Yu Sheng was quite surprised by Xuan Che's answer. He confirmed it with him again, only to find that Xuan Che was serious.
"You're just a tourist from out of town. Surely you're not going to take part in this kind of regional disaster investigation, are you?" Yu Sheng asked with a frown.
"Opposing evil anomalies and protecting all living beings is the responsibility of every cultivator. Besides, ever since the Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain was founded, our sect has followed the ancestral teaching that 'the capable must aid the world,'" Xuan Che said with a proud yet gentle smile. "You needn't worry. Although our 'outside region' isn't as special as The Crossroads, it also has Otherworlds, and cultivators like us have plenty of experience exploring Otherworlds and dealing with entities. We won't hold you back."
"Uh, it's not that I'm worried about you holding us back..." Yu Sheng replied instinctively. But since Xuan Che had already put it that way, he swallowed the rest of his unnecessary objection after a brief hesitation and merely reminded him, "Then wait for me to drive the house into the Otherworld, and we'll go out together. Mist City is very strange, so be careful."
Xuan Che: "...?"
He felt as though he had heard another novel combination of words, but he had already heard many such combinations today. This time, he simply couldn't be bothered to ask.
Yu Sheng paid no attention to the subtle expression on Xuan Che's face. Instead, he stepped forward, gripped the front door's handle, and began settling his mind as he had the last time, controlling the entire No. 66 Wutong Road and moving it toward the coordinates of "Mist City."
Xuan Che keenly sensed some subtle changes. He seemed to hear a hollow, low rumble coming from