"No, no..." the old man gasped and shook his head repeatedly.
"No need? I see your right leg seems a bit weak." Wang Yao looked at the old man in front of him suspiciously, who was clearly putting on a brave face.
"It's an old ailment, a lingering effect from killing that demon cub back then. It's nothing serious. Are you... from out of town?" the old man said, curiously sizing up Wang Yao.
"Yes, you rarely see outsiders here?" By this point, Wang Yao was actually certain that the reason the people here hadn't noticed him at first was probably due to the effect of the hard-film Gao Chong had given him.
Ever since he approached the butcher and asked him a question, he had been receiving strange stares from the people around him. He initially thought it was because of his flamboyant white suit, since most people here wore rags wrapped around their bodies, which looked both tattered and somewhat barbaric.
He looked completely out of place with that impeccably dressed guy.
But when the old man asked about his identity as an outsider again, Wang Yao felt that it was rare to see outsiders here, otherwise he wouldn't ask him this question first every time he met someone.
"Of course, we've been hiding here for many years. As far as I remember, you're the first outsider I've ever met. How did you get in? Is this the kind of outfit that's fashionable outsiders these days?" The old man stared at Wang Yao with curiosity.
"Um...that..."
Wang Yao listened to the old man's words but didn't know how to respond. After all, he himself wasn't quite sure how he got in, and the divine soldiers and generals outside were all dressed like medieval warriors. He had never seen anyone else in the divine realm wear Western-style clothing.
He realized that his choice of Western-style clothing was too conspicuous in the divine realm, and he would have to be more careful next time.
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