Chapter 2047: How Could Sending Possibly Work?

Wang Yu struggled desperately, trying to break free from the several people gripping him like iron clamps, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. In the blink of an eye, he was submerged by the surging crowd, unable to utter even a cry.

At that moment, Ye Zhangqing stepped forward and made a solemn promise to the crowd. Hearing this promise, people's worries and anxieties vanished instantly, replaced by heartfelt joy and complete reassurance.

Next, the scene became lively again.

Everyone raised their cups and chatted merrily; without noticing, time slipped away and the night grew deep.

Only when everyone had eaten and drunk their fill did the feast draw to a close, and the crowd left the venue one by one with satisfied smiles.

Although the Sect lost a great deal of priceless treasures in this incident—suffering a huge loss—it now seems not entirely unacceptable.

After all, compared to treasures, having a meal is obviously more important.

After seeing off the last guest, Ye Zhangqing, whose face had been tense all along, finally let out a long breath.

Seeing him like that, Bai Hua Xianzi and several other women hurried over, extending their delicate hands to gently massage his shoulders and back, and spoke softly.

"You've worked hard, husband; I really feel sorry for you."

Ye Zhangqing smiled faintly and shook his head.

"We're all family; why be so distant? There's nothing to feel wronged about."

In fact, he hadn't really felt much anger about this in his heart.

Regarding the actions of Yun Xiantai and the others, even if he wanted to get angry, it was really hard to truly flare up.

Meanwhile, those who had left the Canteen that night eagerly contacted their own Sect or family by various means.

Overnight, the news spread like wings.

By the morning of the second day, among the many forces that had originally launched a frantic manhunt against the Thieves' Sect, over half suddenly chose to withdraw.

For a time, the winds and clouds shifted across the martial world, and the situation grew ever more bewildering.

This incident was truly too strange and bizarre, leaving many present completely unable to react.

They widened their eyes, stared in shock at what lay before them, their hearts filled with doubt: How could this happen? Why did they suddenly choose to give up?

However, while everyone was still immersed in shock, those in the town who had not received an invitation the previous night quickly learned the relevant news.

These rumors spread like wings through the city, and before long everyone knew them.

It turned out that the day before, Ye Zhangqing had held a banquet and sent out invitations, whose true purpose was actually to apologize to his elders at home.

Once this news got out, it immediately caused an uproar.

Even more unexpectedly, the Sects and families that had previously suffered harassment from the Thieves' Sect would now enjoy special treatment—being served special dishes and no longer needing to wait in line.

When this news reached people's ears, many faces showed envy; such treatment seemed almost like that of immortals.

You should know that before this, nobody had ever heard of being able to order dishes.

Normally, people could only eat what was available, with no room for choice.

Sometimes, if luck was bad, one might not even get a mouthful of rice; wanting to order dishes would be nothing short of a pipe dream.

But now, these folks have turned misfortune into blessing: they not only get to eat tasty meals, they can also freely choose whatever dishes they like.

How could this not arouse envy?

Especially for Ye Zhangqing, who has been out training for a full ten years.

In those past years, he had endured countless days of wind and rain, and had never been particular about food.

Where had he ever heard of such favorable conditions?

Some people envied this situation to the point of desperation, yet it was frustrating that their Sect or family had never even been visited by the Thieves' Sect.

At first, these people even secretly felt fortunate, thinking it was a great luck to avoid material loss on their side.

But now, they feel only regret, secretly thinking, 'If I had known this would happen, I would rather have flung open the doors of my family's treasury and let you take whatever you wanted.'

"Elders of the Thieves' Sect, please come in quickly; if you see anything you like, feel free to take it at will."

These people actually also very much desire to enjoy the same preferential treatment given to those favored by the Thieves' Sect, but alas, the reason they receive such treatment is naturally due to cause and effect.

This puts them in an awkward position—having to run over to ask Ye Zhangqing for similar consideration out of the blue is not something easy to bring up.

After all, everyone knows perfectly well how many people go to the Canteen each day to eat; there's no need for others to elaborate.

Thus, facing the current situation, everyone wears a worried frown, their inner feelings a jumble of mixed emotions, hard to describe.

And just then, among the seven or eight people chatting idly on the street, suddenly one person's face lit up with delight and he shouted loudly.

"Haha, I've thought of it."

The others, hearing his shout, immediately gathered around and asked in unison.

"What did you think of?"

That person excitedly replied.

"Obviously, I thought of how to be able to order dishes."

"Oh? Really? Quickly tell us what good method it is."

Hearing this, the faces of the other few standing nearby instantly lit up with anticipation, wondering whether, aside from waiting, there might actually be another way for us to also taste those delicious dishes.

Thus, everyone's eyes locked onto that person, eagerly hoping he would quickly reveal that so-called wonderful method.

Under everyone's urging, he roughly explained his idea.

It was very brief, but after hearing his words, the few who had originally been questioning now wore expressions of extreme complexity.

Someone asked skeptically in a low voice.

"This...... can it work?"

"Why wouldn't it? It definitely will work."

"Wait, this sending might not be reliable; after all, you've already given it away, there's no reason—you gave people treasures, that's your resources, once given away, why should they have to give you an explanation? There's no such principle in the world."

"Exactly, how could sending possibly work?"

"Then what do you say we should do?"