Qin Yi had wanted to ask him the same thing—why was he speaking Chinese too? Come to think of it, Liusu and the others did as well... He had apparently grown too accustomed to transmigration stories, taking it for granted that the Myriad Realms all spoke Chinese. But now that he thought about it, something had been wrong from beginning to end.
Yet looking at this man, could it really be the universe's common language?
The two stared at each other for a while. Qin Yi suddenly asked, "Chinese?"
The man cautiously cupped his fists. "Could you be a fellow townsman?"
Qin Yi: "..."
The man said with an odd expression, "My surname is Xia."
Qin Yi cupped his fists. "Qin."
Both were very cautious. Neither revealed their full name, only their surname. True names carried their own spirituality; at this level, they could often be used against a person. Just as Luo Hou had revealed his true name and ended up being toyed with by Jade True Person, there were countless capable figures in this vast universe. Who knew what others might do with one's true name?
Yet from this exchange, they could confirm that both of them were from Huaxia—genuine fellow townsmen.
Thus, both wore rather strange expressions. They faced each other with cupped fists for quite some time before both laughing. "Indeed, both from dynasties. Not only fellow townsmen, but also somewhat fated."
The man said, "Brother Qin, I bear no ill intent. I truly was merely passing through this place. There is really no need for a group of Supreme Clarity cultivators to surround me. Besides, I am merely at the Supreme Clarity Middle Stage. Whether you surround me or not makes no difference."
He paused, sweeping his gaze across Liusu's group. A flash of astonishment