At this moment, the Zhuangyuan Lang had his eyes tightly shut, feeling the breeze brush across his cheeks. His heart surged with excitement. He had never imagined that he could soar through the sky like a bird; the feeling was simply wonderful.
"You really should thank me. I'm afraid this will be the only chance you get in your whole life," Chen Xiaofan said with a teasing smile.
Following the direction indicated by the Zhuangyuan Lang, Chen Xiaofan traveled onward and soon arrived at the destination he had mentioned.
Then, Chen Xiaofan slowly set the Zhuangyuan Lang down on the ground, as though an immortal had descended into the mortal world.
This was the busiest and most prosperous part of the city, so it drew many passersby to stop and watch.
When they saw Chen Xiaofan and the Zhuangyuan Lang descend from the sky, they were utterly shocked. They truly thought immortals had come down to earth, and immediately began whispering among themselves, talking all at once.
"These two young masters are so elegant and refined. Could they truly be immortals from the heavens?"
"Who else besides immortals could descend from the sky? Could us mortals fly too?"
"But do immortals really exist in this world?"
Chen Xiaofan paid no attention to their chatter and merely smiled faintly.
"Benefactor, did you hear that? They're all saying we're immortals descended to the mortal world!" the Red-robed Zhuangyuan Lang said excitedly.
"Mhm, I noticed. Let them say what they want," Chen Xiaofan replied calmly.
"But, Benefactor, don't you find it exciting?" the Red-robed Zhuangyuan Lang asked seriously. In truth, he himself was brimming with excitement and agitation.
"It's all right," Chen Xiaofan answered casually.
Ever since he was little, wherever he appeared, he seemed to draw everyone's attention.
To be honest,