Fang Hong couldn't help but turn his head back.
The old man's gray eyebrows gathered together, and he looked at him with light brown eyes, somewhat seriously, and asked a question that no one present, except Fang Hong, could understand: "Are you researching those things?"
Fang Hong wanted to deny it immediately.
But after thinking for a moment, he finally met the other's gaze and chose not to lie, just slowly nodded his head.
"Did you see anything?"
Fang Hong chose to tell the truth: "I didn't understand it."
Indeed, he had never understood it.
The old man raised his eyebrows and replied to himself: "That's to be expected..."
...
Leaving the underground and bidding farewell to the middle-aged craftsman, Fang Hong rushed to the place where the Slave Traders had recently settled in Tansnier.
