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Just as Jiang Chen was about to find his own transportation to catch up with the group, a BMW X7 suddenly stopped beside him. The window rolled down, and Xiong Sumei said to Jiang Chen, "I can give you a ride."
"Thank you," Jiang Chen replied without hesitation. He hadn't expected this proud girl to be willing to offer him a lift, which took him by surprise.
The roads in Tibet had improved significantly; even sedans could navigate them easily, let alone SUVs. Compared to off-road vehicles, SUVs were definitely more comfortable.
Once Jiang Chen got into the car, Xiong Sumei focused on driving without saying a word. Jiang Chen was glad for the silence. After more than two hours on the road, they encountered a stretch of traffic congestion. As the car slowed down, Xiong Sumei glanced at Jiang Chen. Noticing his calm demeanor, she felt that this young man seemed somewhat different from others. Although he dressed simply, he exuded a certain presence.
"Are you here in Tibet for tourism?" Xiong Sumei asked.
"I'm here for cultivation," Jiang Chen replied honestly.
"Cultivation? Uh, you mean exercise, right? I've heard that many people come to Tibet not just for tourism but to seek inner peace," Xiong Sumei said.
Jiang Chen smiled and shifted the topic. "Why did your friends refuse to give me a ride while you were willing?"
"You don’t seem like a bad person. Since we're going to see the sacred mountain and do good deeds, it can't hurt. However, I found what you said earlier a bit ridiculous; perhaps it's best not to mention it again," Xiong Sumei said coolly, maintaining her aloof demeanor.
"What I say is always trustworthy; I'm not joking," Jiang Chen replied with a smile, though his gaze was serious.
"It seems the pure air of the Tibetan Plateau hasn't calmed your restless heart. Are you implying that you're more effective than the sacred mountain?" Xiong Sumei said with a hint of mockery.
"In some ways, that's true. However, some wishes can be quite challenging to fulfill," Jiang Chen chuckled.
"You really are interesting. Alright, when we reach our destination, you can get out," Xiong Sumei said dismissively, showing little interest in continuing the conversation.
Jiang Chen smiled and didn’t push further.
By around six in the evening, they arrived at a small town near the sacred mountain. This town thrived due to its favorable location along the highway and its proximity to both the sacred mountain and the nearby Lama Temple. Many tourists were drawn here and often stayed for a day; where there were visitors, there was income.
The Tibetan people in this town used to rely on herding for their livelihood, but now they seized opportunities by opening restaurants and hotels or selling local specialties and serving as guides—far more profitable than herding.
In recent days, due to sightings of divine phenomena at the sacred mountain, many domestic tourists had come to pay their respects along with numerous Tibetan devotees. Although scientists had explained that the golden light from the mountain was merely a natural phenomenon, people still regarded it as a spiritual refuge seeking solace.
Of course, many others simply came for the scenery; after all, even if it was just a natural phenomenon, the sight of the snow-capped mountain bathed in golden light was breathtaking.
Qian Wenwu had already booked rooms in town before arriving. This period was peak season for the town; there were simply not enough hotel rooms available. On their way, they had seen many people setting up tents in the sandy outskirts of town while others rested directly in their cars.
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