Jiang Ning refused Tang Fu's pink jacket.
Yang Sheng, who had been watching with great interest, felt a little disappointed. She had wanted to see the embarrassment of the ever-composed Jiang Ning wearing a pink jacket.
What a shame. Yang Sheng regretted it deeply.
It was still early, and the weather was pleasant. The group chatted as they began climbing along the mountain trail.
Yishan was only a little over three hundred meters high, so it was not difficult to climb. Once they entered the depths of the forest, the trees blocked the sunlight, scattering mottled patches of light and shadow.
A clear stream trickled beside the trail. Several children gathered around a spring, chattering excitedly.
The entire forest was adorned with autumn colors. The beautiful surroundings were refreshing and uplifting.
For Jiang Ning and the others, who could run a half marathon, climbing the mountain took no effort at all. It was quite relaxing.
As agreed beforehand, Yang Sheng deliberately lagged a few steps behind and stayed with Jiang Ning, keeping watch over Tang Fu and Auntie Tao ahead to prevent any accidents.
Jiang Ning, meanwhile, extended a strand of Spiritual Sense.
Yishan was not particularly tall. Compared to the four hours needed to reach the summit of Mount Tai, this mountain only took an hour.
If Tongtong heard how high this mountain was, she would definitely look down on it and claim she could climb it with ease. After all, she had not felt tired at all when climbing Mount Tai last time.
Tongtong had no idea that Jiang Ning had placed a Swift Steps Talisman on her. She truly believed she had been born for mountain climbing and had even become so inflated that she considered becoming a mountaineer.
Whenever mountain climbing came up, she spoke with