"And then?"
"That was it."
No matter how many plotlines Tang Yi had imagined, he had never expected Ji Wuhui to say something like that.
For a moment, every word caught in his windpipe.
He could neither spit them out nor swallow them down, leaving him unbearably uncomfortable.
How did it just end?
Shouldn't the next part have been the protagonist suddenly bursting with good fortune, with some old grandpa descending from the heavens?
The old man would grab the protagonist by the shoulders, laughing heartily.
"Young man, I see that you are a martial prodigy found once in a century, with extraordinary bones and exceptional talent. This old man has sought an heir to inherit his mantle for a long time. What do you say?"
That would have been the normal progression of the story.
"That was it?" Tang Yi could not help asking again.
"That really was it." Ji Wuhui nodded and set down his cup. "That was where the boss stopped."
How could he not want to know what happened next?
But if the boss would not continue, what could customers like them do?
Give the boss some warmth?
The boss was right there in the shop, after all. It would only take two steps to deliver that warmth, right?
Of course, that was as far as such thoughts went.
No one had the nerve to actually do it.
At most, those familiar with Luo Chuan might make a joke of it.
Tang Yi immediately understood.
So the blame lay with the boss.
The resentment in his heart dissipated considerably. He was already used to it.
When the boss did things, why would he need to explain himself to others?
"It's getting late. It'll be noon soon." Ji Wuhui rose to his feet. "Let's go. We'll have