Mao Jing hailed a car, and we waited by the roadside for a while.
The people here moved at a fast pace. It was a city with an extremely rapid rhythm, completely incomparable to our Mountain City.
Besides that, it was rather hot today.
After standing there for a while, the car arrived.
Mao Jing pointed at a green Toyota taxi driving toward us and said,
"The car's here!"
Everyone nodded and walked forward a few steps.
As we got in, a middle-aged man spoke with the same fake smile,
"Welcome..."
It probably meant "welcome aboard."
I ignored him. Only Mao Jing said something in Japanese,
"We're in a hurry!"
He was telling the man to hurry up.
Mao Jing was quite impressive. In such a short time, he had already gained a basic ability to communicate simply.
No wonder Mao Jing was hailed as a genius on Mount Qingcheng and throughout the Daoist Sect.
That kind of ability would be incredibly remarkable in any profession.
The taxi quickly set off, heading straight for Yamakita Town.
The journey was not far, only around seventy or eighty kilometers. We were expected to arrive at around ten in the morning.
Along the way, we barely spoke. We mainly watched the scenery outside the car.
The houses here were lower than those in Mountain City, and most were old-fashioned buildings. The pedestrians hurried along, their faces cold and indifferent.
Even when they talked, their smiles never reached their eyes.
They bowed and nodded, but it was really just mechanical behavior, utterly devoid of emotion.
The whole city gave me an oppressive feeling.
Living in a country and city like this for too long would only lead to a mental breakdown.
At the very least, I hated everything here. I only wanted to finish