Luo Chen's face was full of confusion, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, trying to capture some clues from the other's words. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, seeing him smile faintly, elegantly sip a mouthful of the red wine in his hand, then slowly set down the glass, his gaze fixed on Luo Chen.
"So, where are you from?" the middle-aged man asked gently, with a tinge of curiosity in his tone.
Luo Chen hesitated slightly but, looking at the harmless expression on the other's face, finally blurted out: "I'm from Iron Stone City in the Auslan Empire."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man was taken aback, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face. His gaze measured Luo Chen for a moment, and that astonished look gradually turned solemn. But soon, he regained his composure, as if the emotional fluctuation just now was just a temporary interlude.
