Being young was great—you could fall asleep the moment your head hit the pillow.
Lou Feng closed his eyes and lay down. Ji Jue, on the other hand, had far more to think about: taking photos, making audio and video recordings, striking poses, flashing hand signs... He had gone to enormous lengths to leave Lou Feng with a beautiful memory.
If the guy didn't say thank you after waking up, his conscience would practically rot away.
Though whether Artisans even possessed such things as consciences was still debatable, at the very least, the position of partner was his for the taking... Watching Lou Feng pass out, Ji Jue didn't mind in the slightest.
Sleep, sleep. Once you wake up, we'll be partners for life!
Hehehe... Not just partners—I'll even make you the company's legal representative!
Master Kong said nothing in response.
A bet was a bet. A loss was a loss.
After feeding him two bottles of medicine and confirming that his life had been saved, he left. The comforting words—or rubbing salt into the wound—could naturally be left to the Lou Family's friends and relatives.
As his teacher, having personally witnessed her student overestimating himself and issuing a challenge, she neither approved nor disapproved. She offered neither praise nor criticism, remaining as calm and detached as ever.
Victory and defeat were inherently normal. Besides, he had kept his life and could rise again—wasn't that an immense blessing?
He had merely lost his independence as an Artisan, the autonomy of his Workshop, every bit of accumulation he had gathered since becoming an Artisan, and all the spirit essence he had painstakingly saved up had been burned away as well.
It wasn't like he had died.
As long as a single thought remained, he could continue to change, climb, and strive.