I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

The crowd, like a meandering river, converged into a surging ocean in every corner of the market.

Shoulder to shoulder, heads clustered together.

Each person became an indispensable drop of water in this bustling scene.

The sounds of conversation, laughter, sales pitches, and the occasional distant music intertwined together.

"Hey!"

"Handsome guy! Wait up!"

Wang Shanshan hurried after Chen Yun, who had turned to walk away.

Concerned that the clam vendor might make things difficult for this man, she instinctively followed.

She wasn’t worried about herself being affected.

With so many people around, nothing was likely to happen, and later she and Deng Yuezhao were going to take a taxi straight back to the city, so there was no worry of trouble.

She was just a bit concerned that the man might be given a hard time.