Han Xiuxian's body suddenly paused.
He slightly removed his sunglasses, wearing a fake smile, and said:
"Daoist Ning, what advice do you have?"
Before coming to Dragon Country, Han Xiuxian had deeply remembered this face.
A typical Asian, with very striking features, exuding an ethereal aura.
He initially thought it was just a beautified photo, but now that they met, he felt as if he had encountered a heavenly being.
Ning An took two steps forward, smiled lightly, and said:
"You must be Han Xiuxian, right?"
Han Xiuxian's lips curled up in a slight smile, without getting angry:
"Indeed, that's me."
"Although I'm a foreigner, I have a great longing for Dragon Country's culture. It's such a heaven-sent opportunity today, so I boldly visit. I hope the little master won't mind."
Hearing this, Ning An couldn't help but take a few more looks at him.
Just from these few words, it was obvious he was well-versed in Dragon Country.
