Su Yan hummed and huddled against the similarly slow-moving Nangong Xun.
Nangong Xun puffed out his cheeks and pushed someone away again, "You're heavy, don't lean on me."
Su Yan glanced at him lazily, then turned to look at Molin, and couldn't help feeling sour, "If only I had known, I would have brought a bodyguard too. Look at you, even walking with someone accompanying you."
Because Nangong Xun had a poor sense of direction and wasn't as physically fit as everyone else, he walked with a stick in one hand and the other end being pulled along by Molin. This way, he didn't have to exert much effort, and he didn't carry anything on his back, his sleeves fluttering empty in the breeze.
Su Yan looked on with envy.
Nangong Xun snorted, "Then find someone else to walk with you; don't lean on me."
Su Yan pouted, his eyes wandering around until he actually found a stick, trying every which way to get Mu Shen and the others to walk with him.
