First Encounter with the Natives

Watching the group of local "powerhouses" on the other side of the light barrier stand on guard, Shen Fan felt a little helpless. He had just been about to explain why he was there and assure them he meant no harm.

Unexpectedly, a white-haired old man with four arms stepped forward before he could say anything and demanded, "Who are you?

"What race are you? Which is your main clan?"

The old man had asked Shen Fan three questions in a row, rendering the speech he had prepared completely useless.

But Shen Fan was no ordinary person. In an instant, he made up an identity for himself—

"I'm from the Three-Eyed Race. I have no main clan!"

As he spoke, Shen Fan used True Realm Power to conjure a third eye on his forehead, corroborating his claim.

To be honest, Shen Fan had already been very cautious. He didn't know anything about this region, nor did he know what a "main clan" was. His answer just now was the most reasonable one he could come up with for the time being.

Clearly, though, the four-armed old man across from him wasn't about to take him at his word. Instead, he began to question him. "Three-Eyed Race? Never heard of it!

"How did you get here? With your strength, there's no way the lords wouldn't have noticed you. You should've been sent off to the battlefield ages ago. How did you manage to stay behind?"

"Or are you a deserter?!"

Apparently convinced his guess was right, the four-armed old man gave one of the powerhouses behind him a meaningful look. The man turned and left at once.

Seeing this, Shen Fan couldn't help furrowing his brow!

These guys weren't easy to fool!

That was Shen Fan's first impression. But in truth,