At this moment, a voice speaking Huaxia language sounded.
Chen Lan was slightly stunned. He turned his head and saw a lizard man with green scales looking at him, dressed in a peculiar and strange uniform, wearing a monocle.
"No need." Chen Lan shook his head and replied.
He didn't need any translator device. Having traveled for ten thousand years across countless worlds, his powerful intuition allowed him to instantly grasp the language of others.
Even if he encountered aliens whose language he didn't understand, he could silently invade their souls and instantly learn their language.
Upon hearing Chen Lan decline, the lizard man turned and left.
Chen Lan strolled down the street, seeing a sea of people, all different kinds of aliens, with countless races gathered here.
No one looked at others oddly, as they had become accustomed to such sights.
