Southeast Asian

Mo Fan has his eyes fixated on a couple of people in formal wear. It was very clear that these people were emitting a magic aura.

Their faces were cautious as they watched Mo Fan. Among them, a relatively young man with a strong nose took a short step forward and said, "Magician, don't meddle. This girl was disrespectful towards our king… was disrespectful toward our Young Master. We don't plan on making it difficult for her, we only require her to apologize to our Young Master."

"Have you read too many Wuxia novels, you even talking about Young Masters? Isn't he just a wealthy second generation who has eaten his fill!" Ai Tutu immediately spat.

"Who are these people?" Mo Fan carefully glanced at these people and realized that although these people did look asian, the outlines of their eyes and faces were a bit different. They looked more like people from Southeast Asia.

"I don't know," Ai Tutu said innocently.