He didn't stop, only slightly slowed his pace, so that the little thing following him wouldn't have to rush so much.
"Hiss..."
An Yi bumped into the waist of the young man and instinctively rubbed her forehead, "I apologize, sir."
Shen Yi's thin lips tightly pursed, feeling his spine nearly shattered by the impact, his fingers hidden within his sleeves clenched suddenly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, forcibly suppressing the pain.
His expression remained normal, somewhat coldly saying, "It's nothing."
Yu Lan and You Chang followed behind, not daring to make a sound. One a great cultivator from the four cities, the other comparable to a Tiger Demon at the Unity Realm Stage, were traversing the long street as if they were just two ordinary people.
An Yi nodded repeatedly in apology, yet her peripheral vision caught sight of two cultivators arguing inside a shop on the streetside, subsequently, her steps unconsciously slowed.
