"I only said I might know," Wen Jiong said hurriedly. "I can't be certain."
"Oh? How so?" Lu Zheng asked curiously.
"Before my death, I was actually from Lianzhou in Pingdong Province," Wen Jiong said. "When I was young, I had a little literary fame, so I was once invited as a guest to Marquis Teng Manor. After drinking too much, I accidentally fell into a well and stumbled into a grotto-heaven. Unfortunately, I knew nothing of cultivation while I was alive and thought it was merely a drunken dream. After I was rescued, I even wrote a piece called 'Song of a Drunken Dream.'"
Lu Zheng's eyes widened. "There was a grotto-heaven beneath the well?"
"Possibly," Wen Jiong said. "I cannot guarantee that it was truly a grotto-heaven rather than a drunken dream, nor can I guarantee that the grotto-heaven was the Secret Realm occupied by that Demon Head."
"And Marquis Teng Manor is...?"
"The prefectural manor of Lianzhou—the Marquis Teng Manor inherited generation after generation by the descendants of Ding Chengteng, a famed general from the founding of Great Jing. That well was in the left side courtyard of Marquis Teng Manor, and the entrance to the grotto-heaven was underwater," Wen Jiong said.
"Though I do not know why that grotto-heaven was inside a well, nor why I happened to enter it by accident," Wen Jiong said, "after thinking it over carefully afterward, it truly did not seem like a drunken dream.
"That world appeared immense, with white clouds drifting lazily and ancient trees towering into the sky. Just taking a breath made one feel light and refreshed."
"So that was it." Lu Zheng nodded, then asked, "Since Brother Wen held such information, why...?"
Wen Jiong spread his hands with a smile. "I have no friendship with those