"What braid?"
"In the terms of your era, it would be the queue worn under a feudal dynasty."
Qin Siyang watched the middle-aged man before him, tightening his grip on the Godslayer Spear.
Qin Siyang discreetly felt the Storage Box at his waist and the Spatial Artifact holding over a hundred thousand troops. Everything was still there.
He could activate his skills at any moment, too.
That proved the scene before him was not an illusion.
Fuck, this was strange!
"But why do you look only thirty or forty, rather than someone who's lived through all those ages?"
"I told you, nothing in Patterned Fox Village changes, whether it's a person or an object. Unless, of course, you die and become a marking."
"Why is your Chinese no different from that of people in my era?"
"Because I've spoken with so many outsiders who arrived after me, and they've influenced me. The way I speak has changed through those conversations."
"Then what happened to your queue?"
"They told me times had changed, so I cut it off."
Trying to work out when the middle-aged man had been born, Qin Siyang probed again. "Are you from the First Domain?"
Another strange grin spread across the middle-aged man's face. "I'm from the Seventh Domain."
"True."
After Quan Taibin's modifications, only Qin Siyang could hear the Lie Detector's voice, sparing him awkward situations when speaking with strangers outside.
Wave after wave of shock had hit Qin Siyang as he listened. He could no longer tell truth from falsehood, so he had switched on the Lie Detector to steady himself.
Who could have expected that the voice from the Lie Detector against his chest would only shock him even more?
By the time the Seventh Domain entered the [succession star competition], grass had long