Zuo Feng stretched his neck, waiting for the old man to finish speaking. However, the old man suddenly fell silent at this point. After waiting for quite some time, the old man smacked his lips, took out a wine flask from his chest, took a leisurely sip, turned around, and lay down on his bed made of straw mats.
Zuo Feng looked incredulously at the old man's back, reclining on the straw mat. After a while, Zuo Feng finally closed his slightly aching mouth, muttering to himself in his heart,
'All those legends about the continent say that to understand it, you must walk it yourself. Otherwise, you'll never imagine how many incomprehensible people and bizarre things exist on it. This continent is so strange. I now finally understand why those who travel the continent say that way. This person right in front of me is already incomprehensible, indeed an enigmatic existence.'
