"What's wrong with Chinese people?" Chen Fan asked.
Their gazes made him feel uncomfortable, like people in the city staring at someone from the suburbs or white people looking at Africans! No, it was more than that! It was like the ancient nobles glaring at their slaves.
"Nothing, nothing."
Everyone was startled. They suddenly thought that even though this man was Chinese, he was also a Connate Cultivator and a Connate Cultivator was superior in any city.
But Yun Yier and the others gazed at Chen Fan with pity. They pitied him for being Chinese.
Chen Fan then noticed.
The appearance of this group of people was a bit different from his. It seemed to be due to the local climate. Most of them had light blue eyes and they had a high-bridged nose. The shape of their faces was also different from that of Chinese people. However, this wasn't the reason why they looked down on Chen Fan.
