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Jiang Chen looked at the old man with a hint of surprise. The old man's demeanor did not seem like he was joking, but to be honest, it was hard to trust the words of someone so superstitious. After all, when old people get caught up in their beliefs, they can speak convincingly about things that don’t exist as if they were real.
"Don't you believe me?" the old man asked.
"If there really are immortals on this sacred mountain, then surely the people nearby must have seen them," Jiang Chen replied with a smile.
"Do you think everyone can see immortals? Years ago, I narrowly escaped death and have come to worship this mountain every year. Of course, I don’t come in December; I come at other times because there’s no golden peak during that month. It looks just like an ordinary snow-capped mountain, so hardly anyone visits. I remember it was a summer day over thirty years ago, and the weather was beautiful. I came to pay my respects when there wasn’t a soul around. As usual, I took out my offerings, but suddenly the sky changed. Dark clouds rolled in, and I had to hide behind a large rock. Soon it was pitch black, and I was genuinely scared, kneeling and praying for the mountain's protection. Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck down towards the mountain. In that instant, I saw a figure resembling a fairy floating above the peak, and then she was struck by the lightning. I was so frightened that I fainted. When I woke up, the sky was clear again as if nothing had happened. But I know for sure it wasn’t a dream; it was real. Yet when I tell this story, no one believes me. Later, I even met scientists who came to investigate the mountain, and they didn’t believe me either. Young man, do you believe me?"
"If you truly witnessed it with your own eyes, then it is indeed credible," Jiang Chen said thoughtfully, beginning to feel that perhaps this sacred mountain did hide some mysterious secrets.
The night on the plateau felt particularly long. The old man and his companions had only brought a single tent. After putting the children to sleep, they made do with homemade sleeping bags for the night.
Before going to sleep, the old man noticed that Jiang Chen was still awake and asked him about it. Jiang Chen replied that he wasn't tired yet.
By dawn the next day, as light began to break on the horizon, the old man opened his eyes and was startled to see Jiang Chen sitting on a rock.
He quickly stood up and rushed over to Jiang Chen, who also opened his eyes and looked at him.
"You... you didn’t sit there all night, did you?" the old man asked in surprise.
"I did sit and sleep through the night; I prefer sleeping while sitting," Jiang Chen replied with a slight smile.
"You young people shouldn’t feel embarrassed about these things; at least cover yourself with a blanket for some comfort. I can’t believe you managed to sleep sitting like that—you're not an immortal," the old man said with suspicion and concern in his eyes.
"I'll make you some Butter Tea; we can't have you getting sick from the cold. Young man, you really shouldn’t do this again. Just because you're young doesn’t mean you can withstand the cold wind for too long; it could lead to joint problems later," he added before hurriedly starting a fire to brew some Butter Tea for Jiang Chen.
Butter Tea is a drink made by herders; it's salty and sweet in flavor. Jiang Chen accepted a bowl of Butter Tea from the old man without hesitation.
"Have another piece of Naan Bread," the old man said as he broke off a piece of Naan Bread and handed it to Jiang Chen. Although the Naan Bread was as hard as stone, it tasted somewhat sweet when paired with the Butter Tea.
After finishing his Butter Tea and Naan Bread, it was already seven o'clock. The morning sun broke through the clouds, illuminating the entire plateau. The distant peaks were covered in glistening white snow that sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight.
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