"I did come to Queyue City because I have business here."
Lin Xuan's calm voice reached their ears.
"Senior, please speak. We will brave boiling water and tread through fire..."
The Palace-Robed Woman hurriedly rose from her seat and bowed deeply to Lin Xuan in formal salute.
"Brave boiling water and tread through fire? There's no need for anything so exaggerated."
A trace of helplessness appeared on Lin Xuan's face. "Fairy, you overstate it. I won't hide it from you fellow Daoists: I am not a cultivator of this realm. By a twist of fate, I was swept here by a Spatial Storm."
These words were naturally half true and half false. After all, to him, these cultivators were nothing more than strangers, and there was no need to tell them everything in such detail.
Besides, some of his experiences were not things ordinary cultivators could imagine or understand.
"So that is how it is."
The Palace-Robed Woman and the loose-haired ascetic monk exchanged a glance, and neither showed any surprise. "Then what matter does Senior need us to assist with?"
"I have been in the Fenghen Realm for some time now, and I have seen and heard a little of the local customs here. I heard that Queyue City is the foremost Immortal City of this small realm and possesses an Inter-boundary Teleportation Array capable of tearing open the void."
"Senior wishes to return to your original realm. That is absolutely no problem. We only do not know which blessed land of fine feng shui your original realm is. You must understand, the records of Queyue City's Inter-boundary Teleportation Array are not entirely complete. After all, the Spirit World has hundreds upon hundreds of small realms, and we do not have every realm's coordinates clearly marked here," the Palace-Robed