The Complaints of the Loner

"Great Prophet, there's a strange man outside the Elf Valley. He claims to know you, but I've never seen him before."

When he heard the Elf's words, Su Ming frowned slightly. The expression on his face was one of confusion.

"Weirdo? You know me? What does he look like?"

Hearing this, the Elven Warrior tilted his head and thought for a while before saying, "He's dressed in rags, and he doesn't seem to have much defensive armor on him. He's only wearing coarse clothes."

"Then, talked a little too much, and the way he spoke was strange. I didn't really understand."

"I didn't dare to rashly make a judgment, so I came to disturb you and see if you know this guy."

Su Ming was a little confused when he heard that, but he did not think about it anymore. Instead, he walked out of the Elf Valley.

He had planned to take a look outside the Elf Valley, and it was not a bad thing to see this so-called weirdo on the way.