Jiang Qiao did not mention that the Red Moon had already shattered.
He wanted to see whether these people, who appeared to be descendants of the survivors, would provide any different information.
"I see."
"I've also heard that our world is a gigantic cloud, floating in an enormous expanse of endless darkness. The Outer-Realm Demons who came to this world also mentioned that tremendous gravitational pull."
Zhao Qian confirmed Jiang Qiao's explanation.
Then he continued:
"From the moment Your Excellency landed, you spoke the same language as us. You also lacked the vicious, cruel aura and inexplicable strangeness of the true demons. I presume you are not a genuine demon."
"You also said you were searching for the Red Moon, so you should have the same origins as us."
"Forgive me for asking, Your Excellency."
"Where did you come from?"
"Are you also one of the survivors who migrated and became stranded in the universe all those years ago?"
When he mentioned migration,
the wariness in Zhao Qian's gaze toward Jiang Qiao eased slightly.
A survivor?
Jiang Qiao nodded.
"Strictly speaking, we should all have come from that homeland we can no longer return to. However, the place I come from is different from this one. There are only scattered fragments left there regarding what happened in the ancient era."
"That is why I came out to seek answers."
That was not a lie.
Whether it was Blue Star or the Supernatural World, their records of the Nether Era were all fragmentary and scattered.
They were completely unsystematic.
As for what had happened before the Nether Era, they knew nothing at all.
"I see."
Zhao Qian's expression relaxed a little more.
"Although we are trapped here and unable to leave, our inheritance from the past is still fairly complete. However,