Luo Chen's face was full of confusion, his brows slightly furrowed, trying to catch some clues from the other party's words. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, saw him smile faintly, elegantly sip the red wine in his hand, then slowly put down the wine glass, and look directly at Luo Chen.
"So where are you from?" the middle-aged man asked gently, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Luo Chen hesitated for a moment, but seeing the harmless expression on the other's face, he finally blurted out, "I'm from Iron Stone City in the Auslan Empire."
As soon as he spoke, the middle-aged man was taken aback, a trace of surprise appearing on his face. He scrutinized Luo Chen for a moment, and that surprised expression gradually turned into contemplation. But soon, he regained his composure, as if the emotional fluctuation just now was merely a brief interlude.
