CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 187: THE LEGEND OF THE MARTIAL SOUL HALL

Luo Chen’s face was full of confusion, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, trying to capture some clues from the other’s words. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, seeing him smile faintly, elegantly sip a mouthful of the red wine in his hand, then slowly set down the glass, his gaze fixed on Luo Chen.

"So, where are you from?" the middle-aged man asked gently, with a tinge of curiosity in his tone.

Luo Chen hesitated slightly but, looking at the harmless expression on the other’s face, finally blurted out: "I’m from Iron Stone City in the Auslan Empire."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man was taken aback, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face. His gaze measured Luo Chen for a moment, and that astonished look gradually turned solemn. But soon, he regained his composure, as if the emotional fluctuation just now was just a temporary interlude.

He picked up the wine glass again, took a light sip, only to find that the red wine was almost at the bottom. He put down the glass, smiled at Luo Chen, as if wanting to say something.

"Haha, you seemed so familiar, turns out..." he just started to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a slightly excited voice.

Luo Chen and Zhao Dongfang simultaneously turned their heads toward the source of the voice, only to see an old man with slicked-back hair standing there. He looked at the black-robed man with excitement, both hands clenched together, even trembling a bit.

"Isn’t that Lord Ma Chao... Have I really seen Lord Ma Chao?" the old man stammered, clearly so excited he was somewhat losing his composure.

Upon hearing this voice, dozens of curious glances immediately shot over from around. Luo Chen and Zhao Dongfang suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure, as if they had become the focus of everyone’s attention.

The black-robed man was slightly stunned, looking at the old man in front of him with puzzled eyes. He frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Ma Chao? You must have mistaken me for someone else."

"No way!" the old man declared firmly, "I remember what you look like perfectly, aren’t you the renowned ’Golden Dragon Warrior’ of the Martial Soul Hall? Always clad in a black robe, with brown shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes, I wouldn’t get it wrong!"

As the old man’s words fell, whispers arose all around. It was evident that the name "Golden Dragon Warrior" carried quite a deterrent effect here. Luo Chen and Zhao Dongfang exchanged a glance, seeing the surprise and curiosity in each other’s eyes.

The black-robed man looked at the excited old man and the crowd surrounding them, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He didn’t really want to attract too much attention here, but it was apparent that the current situation was unavoidable. He took a deep breath, then slowly spoke, "Everyone, please calm down."

His voice, although not loud, clearly spread throughout the entire venue. Everyone quieted down, all eyes focusing on him. The black-robed man smiled slightly, continued, "Thank you for your attention and adoration. However, I’m just an ordinary guest now, wishing to enjoy a quiet evening. If anyone has questions or wishes to communicate, you can find me at an appropriate time."

After saying this, he turned to look at Luo Chen and Zhao Dongfang, "I’m sorry for startling you two. Let’s continue our previous conversation."

Luo Chen and Zhao Dongfang nodded, their curiosity heightened. They hadn’t expected that this seemingly ordinary black-robed man actually had such a prestigious identity and past. As their conversation and interactions continued, they gradually learned more about this mysterious man’s story and background.

The well-dressed old man’s face blushed slightly, appearing extremely excited. His words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar around.

"The Martial Soul Hall, dear god, did I hear it wrong? Is this guy really from the Martial Soul Hall?" a person exclaimed, their voice full of disbelief.

"You didn’t hear wrong, nor did I. Not only is he from the Martial Soul Hall, but he’s the most promising Lord Li Qing from there! Did you know? Li Qing, the monster most likely to break the hall master record of the Martial Soul Hall, at the age of thirty-three, a metal-attribute Soul Soul Powerhouse!" another person passionately explained, as if witnessing this legend firsthand.

"Wow, coming to the Drunken Dream Garden today was the right decision, to even witness the presence of such a genius, even if I didn’t get to see Miss Xiao Ruoyu, I have no regrets!" someone else remarked with satisfaction and excitement.

The discussions around surged like a tide. Luo Chen was somewhat stunned by the flood of information, he turned to look at Zhao Dongfang beside him, finding him equally bewildered, evidently also shaken by the unexpected news.

"A thirty-three-year-old Soul Soul Powerhouse, my god..." Zhao Dongfang swallowed, laboriously uttering these words.

The black-robed man, who was Li Qing, had a series of changes in expression. He apparently would rather not cause such a stir here, but only could helplessly accept reality. He looked at Luo Chen and Zhao Dongfang, shrugged and said, "You can just pretend you didn’t hear or see anything."