"Are you not from another world?"
The Queen Mother of the West's question startled Song Lin.
"I…"
Song Lin wanted to refute her but thought better of it. After all, his constant mysterious appearances and disappearances, impossible to trace, would already raise suspicion among ordinary people, let alone someone like the Queen Mother of the West.
Since their future would involve mutual reliance, it was better to be honest with her.
"Indeed, I come from another world and can freely traverse between worlds."
The Queen Mother of the West nodded and said, "I thought so. This must be a unique ability of yours. The Small Thousand World where you reside is beyond my perception—it's likely very far away."
"What do you mean by Small Thousand World?"
