Seeing Xiao Yan's despairing expression, as though the sky had fallen, the teasing look on Ming Xin's face deepened. He gently shook his head and said in a slightly playful tone:
"Friend Xiao Yan, this poor monk thinks... among the Myriad Worlds, there probably isn't a second place that would dare call itself the 'Primordial World,' is there?"
"Thud..."
Xiao Yan felt his heart plunge completely into a bottomless abyss at Ming Xin's confirmation, shattering into pieces. His last shred of hope vanished into smoke.
He forced out a smile uglier than crying, his voice already carrying a sobbing tone.
"Senior... you... a great expert like you, who can make the Myriad Worlds tremble with a stomp of your foot, why... why would you come to some remote little backwater like ours?"
"If you so much as sneeze, our world would probably... probably be reduced to ashes, right?"
"For someone like you to come to a place this small... isn't this just a dimensionality-reduction strike? Using a Star Destroyer to blast mosquitoes... that's a bit much, isn't it? Really, it's too much, Senior!"
The more he spoke, the more wronged and hopeless he felt. He felt like an ant that had accidentally caught the attention of a giant; aside from trembling in fear, there was nothing he could do.
Yao Lao, standing nearby, was utterly confused. He had no idea what terms like "Primordial World," "Myriad Worlds," "dimensionality-reduction strike," and "Star Destroyer" meant.
But from Xiao Yan's extreme terror and exaggerated description, he could sense that Senior Ming Xin's origins were probably terrifying beyond anything he could imagine.
Unable to help himself, he quietly tugged on Xiao Yan's sleeve and urgently asked with his eyes, "Brat, what exactly is this 'Primordial World'? And what kind of existence... is this Senior?"