Wulu spoke, and recalling the experiences of these past years, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Ah, Brother Yuan, maybe you don't feel much about it, but back when you freed the mines, perhaps it was just a whim, yet it truly changed the fate of many people including myself. For this alone, I should toast to you."
Wulu stood up, picked up his teacup, looked at Yuan Ming, and drained the contents of the cup in one gulp.
Yuan Ming also felt quite moved, and afterwards, the two of them talked about their experiences and amusing stories over the years, chatting until the sky darkened and the teahouse closed, yet their enthusiasm remained unabated.
It wasn't until they agreed to meet again the next day that they each returned to their respective temporary residences.
