(First update)
"Boss Yang, this is far enough. Let's say goodbye here."
Thirty kilometers outside Spirit City, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing stood side by side, waving farewell to Yang Ming.
All feasts must come to an end. After Yang Ming escaped Spirit City, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing would ultimately have to face their own fates and return to the Star Luo Empire to inherit his responsibilities and obligations.
People were not made of grass or wood; how could they be without feelings? Yang Ming had known the two of them for many years. Though they were not as close as he was with Tang San, they were still good friends. Now that they were parting, with no idea when they would meet again, a melancholy sense of farewell suddenly rose in his heart.
Still, Yang Ming understood that they were bound to part sooner or later. He quickly composed himself and said with a smile:
"If you two get married someday, remember to send me an invitation. I already gave you the mailing address. If you forget, kid, I'll cross borders just to beat you up."
At the mention of marriage, even the usually aloof and taciturn Zhu Zhuqing blushed. She spat lightly and muttered in a voice only she could hear:
"Shameless!"
Who knew whether she was simply embarrassed or had thought of her and Dai Mubai's in-depth foreign-language exchanges.
Dai Mubai gave an awkward laugh and said:
"Boss Yang, listen to yourself. How could I possibly not invite you?"
"Then it's a deal."
"It's a deal!"
Under the setting sun, the figures of the man and woman gradually receded, eventually becoming two tiny black dots on the horizon, too small to make out.
Only after the two had completely vanished from sight did Yang Ming finally