Blending into the crowd, Ye Luo silently waited for the start of this gathering. He wanted to see exactly what the Heavenly Palace Corporation had planned.
However, looking around at the room full of Huaxia people, and even hearing occasional bits of Huaxia dialect, Ye Luo felt a rare sense of delight in his heart.
…
"Hey, brother, where are you from?"
Suddenly, a young man approached Ye Luo, laughing gleefully as he posed the question, even casually putting a hand on Ye Luo's shoulder.
This mannerism was practically the archetype of a street rogue!
If it had been any other day, this man wouldn't have had a chance to touch Ye Luo's shoulder. But today, seeing so many Huaxia people, Ye Luo couldn't help but feel glad, so he didn't mind such trivialities.
"Are you asking me?"
