I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

"I refused."

"I’m not blind, I saw it."

"I was just making sure you understood the Chinese."

"Cut the crap, I’m fluent in eight languages!"

In the bustling Sichuan restaurant, Bai Shi and Nick Horton sat together, exchanging puzzled looks as they viewed the chat messages on their phone.

The two had originally planned to have lunch.

Now, they were waiting for the reply from Chen Yun.

The terse "Not going" in the message left Nick Horton somewhat helpless with disappointment.

"Well, since it’s come to this, let’s eat first."

Bai Shi smiled, passing the menu to Nick Horton.

Nick, with a sense of resignation, took the menu; however, seated by the window, he used his peripheral vision to notice something outside.