Inside the dojo.
Zhan Wubusheng returned with a delighted expression. "Although I didn't win, I didn't lose either. The rest is up to you."
Chu Jinglan's expression was strange. "Are you really planning to find a way out later to attend their wedding feast?"
With his strength, it was easy for him to see what had happened inside the bowl.
Zhan Wubusheng nodded and chuckled. "Of course. Drinking wedding wine and sharing in the joy—what could be better?"
Tianming Wuji said, "What if that woman doesn't like Ying Chuan? No one said that being saved means she must fall for her benefactor. That's moral kidnapping."
Everyone present nodded repeatedly, all feeling that Tianming Wuji had a point.
A debt of gratitude was a debt of gratitude, and love was love. They could not be lumped together. Some people might indeed develop feelings because of it, but others would not.
Zhan Wubusheng was full of confidence. "That kid Ying Chuan has put in so much effort. Any woman would be moved, right? I believe in him."
"When there's good news, he'll contact me."
Jian Yi suddenly asked, "So how do you contact each other? Did you leave behind some means of communication?"
Zhan Wubusheng froze, then slapped his forehead. "Right! We didn't leave any contact information! How am I supposed to reach him?"
The others could not help laughing. They had thought Zhan Wubusheng had some method, but he had merely forgotten. It suited him perfectly.
"What am I supposed to do now...?"
Zhan Wubusheng paced in circles anxiously. How had he forgotten something so important?
Had Ying Chuan not thought of it either? Why had he not reminded him?
"Things have already come to this. Being anxious is useless." Tianming Wuji said, "Beyond the Boundary is so vast. It isn't