(Girls' Literature)
And Zhan Xiaoyu had undoubtedly become Azure City's biggest topic of conversation and laughingstock over the past two days.
"Still not going back?" Liao Ying, who had left after the third day and never returned, had come as well. He walked up to Zhan Xiaoyu and asked irritably.
Zhan Xiaoyu maintained the posture he had held for nearly five days and nights without saying a word.
"Can't you see it? All these people behind you are laughing at you!" Liao Ying said with a cold sneer.
Zhan Xiaoyu still did not respond.
"He really is stupid!" Liao Ying shook his head impatiently, turned, and left. He no longer wanted to persuade this fellow.
Only after Liao Ying left did Zhan Xiaoyu stir slightly.
Of course, he knew everything that was happening behind him. With his sharp hearing, he could even make out the faintest whispers.
But just as when Liao Ying had come to persuade him, Zhan Xiaoyu pretended not to hear.
He ignored it.
Otherwise, he would have gone home long ago.
Unlike the previous days, Zhan Yongfu had not come today.
It was not as if he had not heard what was happening here.
But Zhan Yongfu had merely said that this was something Zhan Xiaoyu ought to endure, then went about his own business.
Time passed, night fell, and the Ningkang River lived through another day in its long, ancient years.
The people along the riverbank gradually dispersed.
Only Zhan Xiaoyu remained, along with the ceaseless sound of flowing water and wind.
Looking at the brightly lit ship in the middle of the river, which he had stared at longingly for six full days, Zhan Xiaoyu pressed his lips tightly together.
An anxious look surfaced in his bloodshot eyes.
The immortals would be leaving tomorrow.