"Celestial Race boy, don't be in such a hurry; we have plenty of time to have a good chat." The tiger-headed person glanced at Tian Xin and then turned to Lin Shen and said, "Kid, what race are you?"
"Human." Lin Shen replied.
Upon hearing the name of the race Lin Shen reported, the tiger-headed person visibly hesitated for a moment, murmuring, "Human, that's rather peculiar."
"What's peculiar about it?" Lin Shen couldn't help but ask.
"Of course it's peculiar. I have seen no fewer than a hundred thousand races in this universe, but someone as peculiar as you, this is a first for me," the tiger-headed person said.
"I don't find anything peculiar about myself." Lin Shen felt the tiger-headed person's words were somewhat baffling.
The tiger-headed person sized up Lin Shen and said, "Are there many people in the Human Race? Do they all look like you?"
