"A cultivation sect far from here."
Faced with the confusion of the middle-aged cultivator in a light brown Daoist robe, Chen Yan replied casually.
"How far is far?"
"At least several million li."
Chen Yan answered.
As for exactly how far, don't ask.
"Oh?"
The middle-aged cultivator in the light brown Daoist robe turned his gaze toward Chen Yan's face, seemingly marveling at his youth.
"At your age, you've traveled such a great distance?"
The middle-aged cultivator asked.
"The Path of Immortality is long. My sect can no longer offer me anything more. Rather than keep clinging to it, I'd be better off traveling far and wide to see just how vast this world is."
Chen Yan replied.
After hearing Chen Yan's answer, the middle-aged cultivator paused briefly, then immediately burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha! You're so young, Daoist friend, yet you understand so much. Truly admirable!"
Then the middle-aged cultivator continued:
"My name is Fan Liu. I'm a Third Generation Inner Disciple of the Diwu Sect. May I ask your name, Daoist friend?"
"Chen Dong."
Chen Yan answered.
He had not given his real name, instead using the name of the older brother he had in the Great Yan Dynasty.
"So you're Daoist Friend Chen."
Fan Liu nodded. He didn't look down on Chen Yan because of his youth. For one thing, he wasn't the sort to pay much attention to such details; for another, as a mere Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, he couldn't judge how high Chen Yan's cultivation was.
Still, in Fan Liu's view, Chen Yan's cultivation definitely wasn't higher than his own.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said something like, "My sect can no longer offer me anything more, so I decided to travel."
"I've had an experience much like yours, Daoist Friend Chen."
Fan