What did that mean?
How had I become a local?
Still, Ying Huaixu felt that perhaps this was only natural.
After all, although he had transmigrated, he had not possessed someone else's body.
He had designed this body and appearance himself, so having a local identity made sense.
After all, when he first learned that this was not a game, he had checked his own records.
It was good that no one had discovered anything. This way, Ying Huaixu did not have to worry about being killed by some other Immortal Emperor one day.
Ying Huaixu could only marvel at how damn impressive Earth was.
It had even sorted out his identity for him.
Lü Qingyi looked at Ying Huaixu, somewhat speechless.
All she could say was that he really was He Xixiang's disciple.
She truly could not tell whether he was genuinely dense or subconsciously unwilling to acknowledge this fact.
Lü Qingyi lost interest as well.
She waved her hand, and the pond became an ordinary pond again. The starry sky and everything else vanished.
Lü Qingyi casually picked up the teacup beside her and took a small sip.
"What did you come to see me about this time?"
Ying Huaixu said, "Why hasn't my master come back yet?"
Lü Qingyi suddenly asked teasingly, "Do you miss her?"
Ying Huaixu admitted it openly. "Yes. Not only do I miss her, I'm also a little worried."
Lü Qingyi shook her head and sighed. "You probably have too little firsthand understanding of your master. Come somewhere with me."
With that, Lü Qingyi stood and leisurely walked ahead.
Although Ying Huaixu had many questions, he still followed.
After an unknown amount of time, Ying Huaixu followed Lü Qingyi into a barren mountain.
Ying Huaixu really had never explored this place before.