The moment the Barbarian appeared at the tavern door, Xia Nan immediately lowered his head and focused on eating, minimizing his presence as much as possible.
After all, during the Midsummer Night Bonfire Ceremony just now, the impression the other man had left on him had been far too deep.
That condensed aura born from a body and mind in perfect unity was like the stooped old man he had once encountered outside Kalanfu'er.
He was definitely no ordinary Professional.
Compared with the Half-Elf's guard from before, and the feeling that "Wood," who had already taken up the Wanderer profession, gave him...
He even suspected that those two had already touched the realm of high-level Professionals—the level known in rumors as "Transcendent."
With his current meager strength, not even having obtained a Profession Level yet, if he accidentally angered the other party, or if the man happened to be some madman from the chaotic evil alignment who acted however he pleased...
Then he probably would not even know which way to run.
To be safe, it was better to have as little contact as possible.
But what he had not expected was that after entering the tavern, the Barbarian seemed to be looking for him.
Xia Nan kept his head lowered, seemingly focused on scooping up the vegetable soup, while in reality his ears were pricked and he was carefully observing the movements around him from the corners of his eyes.
He only felt that burly figure wrapped in pale wolfskin, accompanied by slow, clear footsteps, step by step, gradually approaching him.
A shadow loomed over him, and he could even hear the man's long, powerful breathing.
"You're Xia Nan?"
The Common Tongue, thick with a heavy northern accent, seemed to come from within a blizzard's freezing wind, indistinct and