"And you are?"
Chu Mu instinctively took a step back, his voice low.
"Where is this place?"
The white-haired man surveyed his surroundings, asking a question in return.
Chu Mu fell silent, hesitating slightly. "This is the Great Chu Cultivation Immortal World."
"Great Chu… Longevity Sect?"
The white-robed man seemed somewhat uncertain. He looked at Chu Mu. "Are you a disciple of the Longevity Sect?"
Chu Mu shook his head. "I am a Loose Cultivator."
"A Loose Cultivator…"
The white-robed man nodded, glancing at the grand array Chu Mu had set up.
"I perished long ago. What you see now is but a wisp of a Residual Soul, barely preserved by my bloodline and clinging to existence through a Secret Technique."
"Having been forcibly awakened by you like this, my time is short. I could turn to dust at any moment, so you need not be so wary."
Chu Mu remained silent, though inwardly he was somewhat surprised.
