"Ouch, oh my, please don't torment me anymore," the plump fellow pleaded with a sycophantic smile. "It took me tens of thousands of years to finally become a Daluo Golden Immortal; please let me enjoy some bliss for a few days."
Hearing the fawning words, Ye Xuan let out a sigh and said, "Indeed, it's been a hundred thousand years. Perhaps Jiangnan City is truly our root, and it's only in the Human World that we can relax."
Their voices were not loud, but they were clearly heard by the vendors and diners nearby, which made them look at the pair with strange expressions.
"Could these two be madmen?"
"They don't seem like it, though they're dressed in ancient robes. Maybe they're part of a drama crew filming?"
"Are there fewer lunatics nowadays? Did you not hear what these two said?"
"A Daluo Golden Immortal and a hundred thousand years, do they really think they're in a fantasy TV series?"
