"Silence, Brother Leshui, you haven't seen the person named Tan today. I have urgent matters at home, so let's part ways for now."
As he spoke, Mr. Tan hurriedly tossed a piece of silver on the table, clasped his hands in a polite farewell, and rushed downstairs to leave as if he were avoiding a plague.
The boat of friendship capsizes at the slightest sign.
Lin Leshui's mouth gaped open, "Hey..."
He wanted to call out to his friend but only managed half a word before realizing the person didn't even look back, and his silhouette was out of sight. Finally, it dawned on him.
This was a rebuke for his loose tongue.
Clearly, he saw someone who was killed directly for speaking too much, yet he recklessly spoke about how he hoped the Shenxiao Sword Sect would descend the mountain, expressing how tough life was now. Wasn't this courting death?
"This damned mouth of mine..."
