In the spacious and lively hall of Shushan Restaurant, everyone sat in a circle, their laughter and cheers echoing through the space. Radiant smiles bloomed on every face as they enthusiastically shared the marvelous experiences they had encountered in the mysterious Secret Realm.
Li Youcai sat at the head of the table, his posture as upright as a pine, his face glowing with an indescribable joy. This joy was not merely the relief of having survived a brush with death; it was, more importantly, a sense of pride and fulfillment in his own growth and breakthroughs. His bright eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, drawing attention from all around. As he listened to others recount their tales, he would occasionally nod in agreement or show surprise, completely immersed in the thrilling and stimulating stories.
At this moment, Li Youcai had become the focus of everyone's attention. He exuded a unique charm that drew people to him, making them eager to hear what other untold, spectacular adventures this resilient warrior had experienced. He raised his wine glass and said loudly, "Everyone, although this trip to the Secret Realm was fraught with danger, we all returned alive, and that is the greatest stroke of fortune! Come, cheers!" The group responded one after another, the clinking of glasses filled with anticipation for the future.
Chapter 961