"Thank you, Auntie." Xuan Shiran sat in her seat and watched the woman pour her milk and give her freshly baked bread. She thanked her gratefully.

"You're welcome" the woman's eyes were full of soft light, "Eat quickly"

Xuan Shiran smiled, picked up the hot bread and wolfed it down hungrily, and then exhaled in a very awkward way because it burned his mouth.

The woman smiled interestingly, "Little girl, you are also a member of the same race." She looked at the red sword beside Xuan Shiran and couldn't help but ask.

"Racial people?" Xuan Shiran bit into the bread and spoke a little slurred. Then she swallowed the bread in her mouth, took a sip of milk, and said, "Auntie, what are ethnic people?"

"Huh?" Ming Xuan had a look of confusion on his face, which surprised the woman, "Don't you know the race?"

Xuan shook her head and nodded. She really didn’t know what were from.

"Racial people are also called superpowers. They are born with special abilities that are different from ordinary people." The woman began to explain carefully, "For example, people who use swords or other weapons, or activate magic circles with bare hands, are racial people.

People, their existence is respected by people in Sri Lanka. Little girl, where do you come from? Why don’t you know the ethnic people?”

Feng replied, and the woman now put her doubts on the blond girl in front of her. Isn't she from Sri Lanka?

Xuan Shiran just nodded vaguely, as if the woman's question was not what she was thinking about at all, because she was thinking about the people she met yesterday who either controlled dragons, or held weapons, or knew how to do it.

Using a strange ability, I associated these with what the woman just said, and finally realized that those people were ethnic people.
Chapter completed!