"You might talk without keeping your word, but I, Jiang You, keep my word. A true man, one's word is like a nail!" The young man seemed very stubborn.
"Hehe, what a true man. You're called Jiang You, is this the name your parents gave you?"
"I don't care what name my parents gave me, I'm just Jiang You, Jiang as in river, You as in wanderer!" The young man's tone was icy.
For a hundred years, the sole meaning of his life seemed to be moving a mountain, moving this mountain.
As for why he was moving it, it no longer mattered, he had a goal in his heart, something he strove to achieve, and that was enough.
In fact, he had thought that perhaps this middle-aged scholar was just speaking in jest.
But having persisted for a hundred years, why not persist for another hundred years?
Only, he himself probably hadn't noticed that after a hundred years, his appearance, his physique, had hardly changed at all.
A hundred years of time seemed to have left hardly any trace on him.
