In the street, hawkers were shouting their wares. It happened to be the morning, and the streets were filled with the cries of small traders and peddlers.
Yin Yue was looking around left and right, her face alight with excitement, but this was taxing for Long Yan. In a short time, Long Yan found himself laden with paper bags. Of course, Long Yan thought about speeding up their progress, but due to Yin Yue, his idea of a quick visit was nipped in the bud.
"What's the hurry?"
That's what Yin Yue said, and currently she bore no resemblance to the majestic Senior Sister, but rather looked like a young girl who hadn't seen much of the world.
Long Yan, forced to follow behind Yin Yue, wore an expression of utter despondency on his face. It seems that the skill of women shopping has remained unchanged from ancient times to the present—irrespective of one's cultivation base, as long as it's a woman, there is an innate shopping prowess, something that Long Yan could only admire from afar.
