Ethnic people

  "Thank you, Auntie." Xuan Xiuran sat in her seat, watching as the woman poured milk for her and gave her freshly baked bread. She thanked her gratefully.

  The woman's eyes were filled with soft light as she said, "Don't be polite, eat quickly."

  Xuan Xie smiled and picked up the steaming hot bread, devouring it wolfishly. Then, because of the scalding heat, he let out a rather unbecoming hiss of air.

  The woman looked up with an interesting smile, "Little girl, you're also a member of the clan, right?" She glanced at the red sword beside Xuan Yueran and couldn't help but ask.

  "What's a racial person?" Xuanxian said with her mouth full of bread, and after swallowing the bread in her mouth, she took a sip of milk and asked: "Auntie, what is a racial person?"

  "Huh?" The woman's puzzled expression was unexpected. "You don't know your own kind?"

  Xuan Xian nodded slightly, she really didn't know what kind of person he was.

  "They are also called the Gifted, born with special abilities that set them apart from ordinary people." The woman began to explain carefully, "For example, those who can wield swords or other weapons, or cast magic arrays with their bare hands, are all Gifted. Their existence is revered by the people of the Slarlanka continent. Little girl, where did you come from? Why don't you know about the Gifted?"

  The woman's doubts were now focused on this blonde girl in front of her. Wasn't she from the continent of Sri Lanka?

  Xuan Xianran just nodded slightly, as if the woman's question was not what she was thinking about at all. She was actually thinking about the people she met yesterday, who were either driving dragons or holding weapons, and using strange abilities. These thoughts connected to the woman's words, and finally, she realized that those people were indeed of her kind.

  It turns out that this world is not an ordinary world, but a very dangerous and magical world.