After the dispute settled, Chen Yang turned to Yan Luo and asked, "Captain Yan, since you've been traversing the desert for forty years, you've surely seen the Snake-man Clan, right? Can you tell me about this race?"
Regarding other matters, Yan Luo's face remained expressionless.
But at the mention of the Snake-man Clan, Yan Luo's expression slightly shifted, and he turned to glance at Chen Yang.
The look carried deep meaning, though it was unclear what Yan Luo was pondering.
"Are you very interested in the Snake-man Clan?" Yan Luo asked after observing Chen Yang for a second or two.
Chen Yang didn't deny it: "I'm quite interested. Moreover, we're heading to the Flame Stall, and you mentioned that many members of the Snake-man Clan frequent there. I just want to get a head start in understanding them."
This was indeed Chen Yang's genuine thought.
In the coming days, he planned to search for the Heavenly Spirit Fire in the desert, perhaps encountering the Snake-man Clan.
