Chapter 1151: The Scale
"Counting cars."
Jahadorei answered in an extremely low voice. Her gaze remained fixed on the traffic not far away, as if she were staring at a distant world that did not belong to her.
The women and men getting out of those cars were all dressed in exquisite clothes. Their steps were deliberate, their bearing light; when they stepped into the sunlight, the ornaments on their wrists and necks sometimes reflected strange flashes of light... Every gesture carried a kind of self-assured confidence that seemed entirely natural.
Compared to them, Teacher Boheng's air of "civilization" seemed rather thin... Yet Jahadorei considered this with almost infinite sympathy and tenderness.
She imagined Boheng appearing among these people and realized that her teacher, like herself, carried an indelible scent of the mountains and forests.
It left her with an indescribable melancholy.
Lu Qi Zhen leaned closer to Jahadorei. "How many have you counted?"
"Nineteen." Jahadorei emerged from her thoughts and looked at her friend beside her. "There are far more people than cars."
"Because quite a few cars are still parked outside."
An outdoor reception area had already been set up there. Several white decorative tents cast soft shadows in the sunlight, while two rows of chairs for guests to rest in sat completely empty.
Lu Qi Zhen's gaze fell on the silver epaulets on Hesta's shoulders and the badge on her chest—she was not hard to find in the crowd. Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, and her expression was calm, yet wherever she went, people naturally gathered around her like a tide surging toward the shore.
Some people shifted slightly aside to make way as she passed. Others quickly approached when she stopped, exchanging quiet pleasantries. But no one tried to interrupt her rhythm; they merely