Chen Yan walked several dozen meters, only to discover a slender and weak figure kneeling in an inconspicuous corner by the roadside, dressed in a hemp robe, with a white banner placed on the ground in front of her, inscribed with several lines of text.
This girl appeared no older than fourteen or fifteen, with a mortal physique, completely devoid of any Primordial Qi fluctuations. Her face was quite clean and delicate, but it was merely clean and delicate.
Probably because there were too many stalls seeking immortals and asking for medicine, she, a weak girl, could not compete for a good spot and could only kneel in the corner. If it weren't for Chen Yan's sharp eyes, seeing her behind the crowd surging toward him, he might have missed her.
However, Chen Yan's heart stirred, and he slowly walked over. As he took step after step, the crowd immediately parted obediently.
