"Not a sound. Follow me."
The man was short, much like Earth Traveler Sun, and the ground beneath them was riddled with a maze of tunnels.
Without even half a second's hesitation, Zhang Hongxing ran after him.
At the moment, he really had no better choice.
"Damn it, you burrowing rat! You again!"
The bull-headed female demon's curse rang out from above, and the entire ground began to shake violently. Yet the short man leading the way showed no sign of panic.
After a series of twists and turns, they soon reached a fairly spacious underground plaza.
Besides the short man and Zhang Hongxing, more than a dozen men and women had already gathered there. Judging by the auras they gave off, they were no stronger than the horned female demon from earlier.
"A newcomer at last."
"It's been tens of thousands of years. If no one else came, we would've thought they'd conquered every plane."
"Newcomer, how many people in your plane practice our Eastern immortal arts? And how long did it take you to reach Small World Perfection?"
Zhang Hongxing stared blankly at the people bombarding him with questions. For the moment, he truly had no idea how to answer them.
In fact, Zhang Hongxing would rather have asked them what Small World Perfection was.
And how had they known he had only just arrived here?
"What are you all getting so worked up about? Don't you know he's only just arrived? Have you forgotten how I treated you when you first got here?"
"Fellow Daoist Tu is right. We were too hasty."
"Then sorry for the trouble, Fellow Daoist Tu, but please explain things to our new friend."
Once everyone had come to their senses, the short man they called Fellow Daoist Tu turned around