“Is that the little immortal from the neighboring village?”
Several children cowered in the bushes, curiously eyeing the figure dozing beneath a tree.
“Of course it is! My mother told me that little immortal loves napping under this tree!”
“Do immortals sleep, too?”
“Uh… I’m not sure…”
The children soon began chattering noisily over one another.
“Hey! Keep your voices down! If you wake the immortal, who knows what punishment we’ll get!”
They fell silent at once and hurried to look toward the figure beneath the tree again.
But at some point, the little figure lying there had gotten up and was now glaring at the children in the bushes with an annoyed expression.
“Who’s making all that noise here? If you disturb my precious sleep, you’ll regret it!”
“Mercy, Master Immortal!”
The children hiding in the bushes cried out in alarm. Then, as if they’d seen a ghost, they scattered in every direction as fast as they could.
“Heh… another bunch of cowards.”
Zhang Wenyuan whistled contentedly, turned around, and swaggered home for dinner.
