Qin Qingyu did not know how to answer.
For she had not come to this world called Kunwu Continent of her own accord.
She had merely glanced at the Tian Ding Mirror in her hand before being inexplicably swept into that pure-white space.
And within that pure-white space, Qin Qingyu had met Chenping Continent's first steward, True Person Ducang, Chen Yan.
Then, when she raised her eyes once more, the sky of Kunwu Continent greeted her.
"It was only by chance."
Qin Qingyu spoke.
"By chance..."
The Immortal Cultivator wearing the Black Daoist Robe, who looked to be in his thirties and called himself True Lord Wuxiang, clasped his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I do not know how I arrived in this world, nor how I should leave."
For the time being, Qin Qingyu chose to be frank.
"I see."
Jun Duzhao nodded.
"Anyone who comes is a guest. Since you have now arrived on Kunwu Continent, Fellow Daoist Qin, I, Jun Duzhao, ought to extend the hospitality of a host."
Qin Qingyu did not refuse.
Her current deduction was that his cultivation realm was most likely the same as hers: the Void Return Realm.
The reason she could not see through his cultivation was that Jun Duzhao was a relatively seasoned Void Return Realm True Lord.
She, meanwhile, had only just entered the Void Return Realm.
Of course, all of this was merely Qin Qingyu's conjecture.
It was best to remain as cautious as possible.
Jun Duzhao suddenly began walking.
His steps were gentle and unhurried, yet the scenery around him seemed to have been compressed, racing behind him.
Each step carried him more than a million li.
Qin Qingyu followed behind Jun Duzhao the entire time.
Soon, Qin Qingyu discovered the greatest difference