After seeing the newcomer looking around, Abao's eyes lit up.

He stood up suddenly and strode over.

"Hey, hello!" He waved enthusiastically.

Hearing the sound, the panda turned around.

After seeing Po's appearance, he was a little surprised, and the wariness in his eyes dissipated a lot.

"Hello!" said the panda man.

"I'm Po, the Dragon Warrior, and I'm a Kung Fu master," Po raised his paw and whirred twice, then asked, "Who are you and where are you from?"

The panda looked at Po's chubby body and agile moves with surprise, and said, "My name is Chen Storm Stout. You can call me Old Chen."

"I come from the Wandering Isle. I am a traveler following the footsteps of my ancestors. I am also a winemaker..."

He looked Po up and down, and then continued, "Like most of the other tribesmen, I am a monk, specializing in the way of the wine immortal."

Po blinked blankly. "The Wandering Isle? Traveler? Brewer? Monk? Brewmaster?"

Lao Chen nodded, and a smile appeared on the panda's face. He said, "It seems that we are not from the same world."

As early as when he received the invitation, he learned some information about the tavern.

Looking at Po's clear and stupid appearance, it was obvious that they were not from the same world.

After all, he had never heard of the name "Dragon Warrior", and this guy claimed to be a Kung Fu master, but his aura was mixed and he did not have the unique flow of true qi that was unique to a martial monk.

There are no such weak pandas on the Wandering Isle.

The distant ancestral land of Pandaria has a profound heritage, and it is even more unlikely that such pandas would appear.

What's more, this guy looks a little different from them.

Perhaps the other guests in the tavern could not see it, but as Pandas, they were extremely sensitive to each other's differences.

Just like golden retriever and husky.

Of course, both of them are essentially Pandaren, and meeting in a place like this, the sense of intimacy between them is hard to erase.

"Ah, yes!" Po came back to his senses and said enthusiastically, "This is your first time here, so there must be a lot of things you don't understand. Let me explain it to you."

"Thank you." Lao Chen's favorability towards this fellow from another world suddenly increased a lot.

He did have a lot of doubts in his mind.

Po found an empty seat and sat down.

Old Chen took off his hat and sat down opposite him.

Seeing this guy's eyes occasionally glancing at the wine rack, A Bao coughed lightly and said, "What kind of wine do you like, strong or mild?"

"Anything is fine. I'm not picky." said Lao Chen.

When he saw Abao stand up and quickly come back with a bottle of beautifully packaged wine, his eyes brightened.

"This bottle of wine is for you." A Bao said generously.

He put away his former cynicism, held his head high and put on the demeanor of a superior man.

He may not be able to afford other liquors, but a bottle of Erguotou is nothing to the Dragon Warrior.

After all, one time-space coin can buy ten boxes, and he still has a lot of them stored in the tavern after buying them some time ago.

Old Chen thanked him again.

He picked up the wine glass handed to him by Abao and smelled the strong smell of alcohol, and his eyes brightened again.

While drinking, the two started chatting.

Listening to Po talking about the Jade Palace, various martial arts masters, and even Master Turtle and others, Lao Chen became a little curious.

When he learned that the other person's world was filled with only various animals, his curiosity grew.

"Is your world different?" Po wondered.

Lao Chen nodded and introduced: "In our world, there are two major forces: the Alliance and the Horde. The Alliance is mainly composed of humans, dwarves, night elves and other races, while the Horde is mainly composed of orcs, tauren, undead, blood elves, trolls and goblins..."

“But personally, I prefer the tribe.”

Po blinked, thinking that the world this new friend lived in seemed a little complicated.

Old Chen spoke with great interest: "Guess why?"

He was traveling alone and had a lot to say, so he was eager to share.

"What?" Po asked.

Old Chen was about to speak when he suddenly saw a cat wearing a cloak jump onto the chair opposite and look at him.

"This is Booth, a swordsman." Po introduced the two men.

After saying hello to Booth, Lao Chen felt quite strange.

He almost thought that the cat was a human wizard who used the magic of transfiguration.

However, he couldn't wait to share the adventure he had just completed with others.

After taking a sip of wine, he began to share his experience with a few people.

"I have a friend named Rexxar, a half-orc..."

Lao Chen began to excitedly tell them how he met Rexxar, how he overcame all obstacles to discover the human conspiracy, defeated the warlike human general, and facilitated the peace agreement between the Alliance and the Horde.

"It was an unforgettable adventure." He looked aftertasteful.

Listening to his thrilling experience, both Po and Booth looked envious.

"So where are you going now?" asked Po.

"Let's go home. I've been out for too long!" Lao Chen said, "I plan to return to the Wandering Isle, rest for a while, and then go look for Pandaria."

"Pandaria?" Po asked in confusion.

"Yes, that is our ancestral land." Lao Chen explained.

Pandaren once lived in Pandaria, and Lao Chen’s ancestors loved adventure. After one adventure, they returned and found that Pandaria had disappeared.

Po and Booth are amazed to learn that the Wandering Island he is on is on the back of a turtle named Shen-zinko.

Old Chen said with longing: "Pandaria has not disappeared, but has been sealed. As long as we find the Pearl of Pandaria, we can go back."

"Good luck to you!" said Booth.

"Thank you." Old Chen did not underestimate the little kitten at all.

He then changed the subject and asked, "What can be exchanged for space-time coins?"

Although he had received preliminary information when he was invited into the tavern, he was still a little uncertain.

Po and Booth looked at each other, then Po smiled and said, "Of course it's your specialty!"

"Like my nine lives!" Booth raised his head, a hint of pride in his tone.

His Nine Lives is one of the best-selling liquors in the pub recently.

"And my understanding!" Abao followed.

Old Chen fell into silence.

Specialty? He felt that what he was best at was brewing wine, but compared with the wines in the tavern that had incredible powers, his brewing skills were nothing.

So what about the martial arts secrets that you have mastered?

"You can ask the gentleman to identify it." A Bao reminded hurriedly after seeing Su Luo coming in from outside.

He was quite curious about the abilities of his fellow countrymen from another dimension.

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(End of this chapter)