It was clear that he hadn't expected the stern-faced black-haired adventurer to suddenly mention the clothes he was wearing.
Hunter Old Sang's expression was initially stunned, and he instinctively lowered his head to look at the patched cotton coat he was wearing.
Initially, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he didn't understand why Xia Nan was inquiring like this.
But just a second later, when the middle-aged man with gray hair saw the fine stitches on his clothes, it was as if he realized something.
His pupils slightly contracted, nearly unable to hold back the expression on his face.
Even though he quickly reacted and restrained his emotions,
that momentary lapse was still caught by Xia Nan.
"It—it's my wife who knitted it for me, adventurer sir."
Old Sang forced a somewhat stiff smile on his face, lifting his head to respond to Xia Nan.
