Chapter 948 - 308: No Regrets
In the largest eatery of Julu Pass, it was teeming with people.
Outside the shop, a long dragon-like queue couldn’t diminish the enthusiasm of tourists who came with great admiration.
This place had already become one of the must-see spots in Julu Pass, featured in the culinary travel section of the Celestial Net forum.
The eatery had nine floors in total, each representing different tastes and cuisines.
On the "drinks" floor, in a quiet, inconspicuous private room, Fan Chaohui and Chen Zui sat facing each other.
"Your eatery business is really thriving."
Chen Zui glanced at the long queue outside and clicked his tongue.
Fan Chaohui didn’t speak immediately; he lightly sipped a goblet of aged wine, smacking his lips.
"The wine you brew is also getting better, leaving a lingering taste."
The two shared commercial praises, with smiles growing in their eyes.
"It really feels kind of unreal."
Fan Chaohui suddenly lamented, speaking sincerely.
"My dream was to open an eatery and study culinary arts; your dream was to own a wine shop, dedicated to brewing."
"Once, we were fighting life and death with other forces, plotting against each other, thinking these dream scenes could never come true."
Chen Zui nodded.
Unlike Fan Chaohui’s sipping style, he was accustomed to drinking cup after cup, and doing so in one go.
He suddenly gulped down a cup of wine and exhaled a breath.
"Yes, thanks to Han Zhan."
"Without him, there wouldn’t be the us now, nor this prosperous age."
"Sometimes I still feel guilt; he provided the conditions for us to realize our dreams, and it seems we just accepted it nonchalantly without offering him any assistance."
Chen Zui’s words were acknowledged by Fan Chaohui.
"But, given his current Realm and Cultivation, he probably doesn’t need us to do anything, right?"
"Next time he’s back, I’ll bring some wine, and you some food, to visit him."
The two did not object to this proposal. At the moment they had agreed upon, they simultaneously reached toward behind their ears.
That’s the location where the Celestial Net Chip is implanted.
Latest news from Celestial Net was transmitted.
Both accepted the message, and their formerly calm and leisurely expressions disappeared, replaced by growing solemnity.
"The end of the world is coming."
"Yes, never thought it would be so sudden."
"Do you have any regrets?"
"Seems like I don’t."
With this question and answer, the solemnity on their faces gradually faded.
"Then shall we have another drink?"
"Another drink!"
...
Zhan Ning rubbed his forehead; as a Knight, city governance was truly not his forte.
At this moment, the door was softly pushed open, a lovely beam of Moonlight illuminates from outside.
Zhan Ning’s eyes brightened.
"Yu Lian, you finally came." Seeing the visitor, Zhan Ning breathed a genuine sigh of relief, almost feeling a weight lifted off.
"What, you want me to help you organize the internal affairs again?"
Yu Lian saw Zhan Ning like this, raising his eyebrow.
A face more finely sculpted than a woman’s standard oval; cheeks slightly raised, revealing a stunning side profile.
"Yu Lian, my savior, you must save me... as per the old arrangement, you help me here, I’ll take you out on a trip, you pick the destination, all expenses covered!"
Zhan Ning energetically patted his chest, declared.
Yu Lian’s enchanting eyes glinted, "But I seem to have heard that Celestial Net had already researched plugins for organizing internal affairs three months ago. Just need to install them."
"Zhan Ning, are you pretending not to know, intending to make me do things?"
"This..." Zhan Ning was stopped by the question, his expression fluctuating.
As he was mulling over his response, he and Yu Lian both received the message transmitted by the Celestial Net Chip.
The End is coming, Blue Star is about to be destroyed, the end of the world is near...
No regrets?
Zhan Ning pondered this and abruptly lifted his head, took a deep breath.
...
The hotpot bubbling with steam.
This time it wasn’t a nine-square hotpot, but a mandarin duck pot.
Ye Qiu liked spicy food, while Shen Zheqi’s taste was milder.
"Did the others have no time to come?"
"Who wakes up and their first thing is having hotpot? That’s too ridiculous."
"Indeed."
Despite the words, the two were eating heartily.
Pressure is pressure, life is life.
And no matter what, they always believed that Little Junior Brother Han Zhan would lead Great Xia out of every predicament.
"Pity, not everyone is here. Otherwise, we could order more dishes."
"Let it be, then we’d end up fighting for food, who can you beat?"
As Ye Qiu and Shen Zheqi discussed, a few nostalgic smiles appeared on their faces.
𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"About that matter, are you really sure you want to cooperate with Elder Brother like that?" Shen Zheqi suddenly asked.
Ye Qiu nodded slightly, without much change in expression.
"If needed, I will."
"But doing so, you..."
"I’ll be just returning to the identity of an ordinary person, it’s no big deal, isn’t it?"
Ye Qiu said with a gentle smile.
Shen Zheqi was about to say more, but then stopped.
Ye Qiu, like him, touched behind the ears.
"Plan failed, cannot be prevented."
"Yao Black descends, Blue Star Extinction?"
When they received this information, the hotpot before them suddenly became tasteless.
"Failed, didn’t think there’d really be a failure." Shen Zheqi lamented with regret.
At this time, Ye Qiu suddenly stood up from his seat and walked toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Shen Zheqi questioned from behind.
"No regrets."
"Even if the end of the world comes, I just can’t accept waiting for death so peacefully like this."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Find Elder Brother, follow the original plan, burn everything, even in death, amidst battle."
Ye Qiu said without looking back.
...
Inside the Third-Rate Writer Bar.
Vasily, Hua Sheng, and Pemberton were drinking joyfully.
They had just finished writing a new book, which sold very well.
They also received the message from Celestial Net, the three exchanged glances.
"The world’s ending?"
"Kind of sudden."
"But this day was bound to come, just like people, who always face death someday, right?"
"Makes sense."
The three clinked their cups, feeling a mild buzz.
"Such thrilling scenes, might only be seen once in a lifetime, a rare material."
"As writers, we should go out and see it, no regrets, isn’t it?"
Fueled by the alcohol, they grabbed their cups, arms around each other, walked out of the Third-Rate Writer Bar.
They looked up at the sky, where it was tranquil, azure as wash, nothing to be seen.
Vasily was the first to raise his glass to the sky:
"To the End!"
Hua Sheng followed him, second to raise his glass:
"To Death!"
Pemberton swayed third, drinking the most, like a genuine drunk:
"To Extinction!"