"..." Ju An's face was full of disbelief. He wanted to say, You came out of nowhere to arrange the rest of my life, and you're even telling me to shut up?
While he was being told to keep quiet and not speak, he turned back to look at the tightly shut doors of Turtle-Sleep Pavilion, desperately wanting to run inside and complain to Zhong Guzi.
Most people turned to look at Gong Lince, all waiting to see how he would respond to this.
Gong Lince was cursing Niu Youdao's ancestors in his heart, but he smiled as he said, "Junior Brother, you're overstating things. You haven't even left yet, and you're already talking about not returning alive. That's truly inauspicious. I believe you'll return safely. We're about to depart now, and it isn't appropriate to discuss this in such haste. We can take our time discussing it once you return."
Niu Youdao shook his head slightly. "Sect Master, there's an eighty or ninety percent chance I won't return. If I don't come back, how can we discuss it then? Better settle the matter while I'm still alive! This trip may see me offer up my head and spill my blood for the sect. I hope Sect Master can grant me this final wish."
Wasn't this just making an unreasonable fuss? Gong Lince felt utterly sickened. Turning to Ju An, he asked, "Ju An, are you willing?"
Naturally, Ju An was unwilling. He did not even know what was going on—how could he casually agree? He was about to refuse.
Yet before Ju An could speak, Niu Youdao cut in, "Whether he's willing isn't important. I've made the decision for him."
Gong Lince said, "If neither the man nor the woman is willing, how can we force such a matter?"