After disguising his appearance, he was finally no longer the center of attention. Zhu Haomiao let out a slight sigh of relief and leisurely headed towards the [Yanhuang Armory].
After several minutes, passing through a thin layer of invisible energy, the lively and noisy clamor rushed in. Zhu Haomiao paused and glanced surprisedly at the hall that resembled a market.
The once cold and quiet hall was now packed to capacity, reminding him of a train station during the holidays.
A large portion of the crowd was clearly of foreign descent. Even those of the same Asian appearance mostly weren't speaking Chinese.
Even without the [Healing Language] translation, Zhu Haomiao recognized Japanese and Korean, along with some unknown minority languages.
What's going on?
Is the Eight-Nation Alliance invading China?
Scratching his head, Zhu Haomiao reached the reception and found that Senior Brother Wang was nowhere in sight, replaced by a flustered pretty girl.
