In the tavern, a large square table with four people seated on each side.
Shen Bao was pouring himself a drink while worrying.
"You all say, after I go back, won't my Grandpa kill me?"
"And the rest of you, how come no one told me that my Grandpa was right behind me at the time?"
"Maybe... I should bring him back some fine wine. Would one jar be enough?"
As Shen Bao drank, he scratched his head, his expression filled with a kind of agony as if he had suffered heartbreak.
Shang Bufa, sitting beside him, also had a furrowed brow, poured himself a drink, said nothing, and gulped it down.
"I really can't figure this out. Who would run to my doorstep in the middle of the night and slip that piece of paper under my door?"
"Although I know this certainly helped me, this kind of help from an unknown source and without any reason, can even say it's a benefit, is very dangerous!"