To be honest, before opening the message sent by "Wayward Disciple Three Thousand," Yu Sheng had considered various possibilities, including that the "netizen" he had only exchanged a few words with might instantly reveal the origin of the cloth strip he had, but he had never imagined the other party would pull out another piece of cloth...

The color of that cloth fragment was actually not quite the same as the one he found in the room, but the edges had absolutely identical patterns!

Yu Sheng instantly perked up, stood up quickly, and swiftly edited a message on his phone: "You also have a piece?! Where did you get it?!"

"It's an item stored by my sect brothers. I don't know its origin either," Wayward Disciple Three Thousand replied quickly, "I saw it once many years ago, and when I saw the picture you posted just now, it felt familiar. After thinking for a while, I remembered it."

After a while, another vibration came from the phone, and a new message from Wayward Disciple Three Thousand popped up: "After I talked to you about that object last time, I got distracted by some miscellaneous tasks and didn't have time to think carefully. Recently, I got some spare time, and looking back at it, the 'characters' you found on that item have a four to five percent similarity to the patterns on this cloth piece, which suggests they're likely of the same origin."

"I think so too," Yu Sheng immediately edited his reply, "I've already found such 'foreign objects' twice in that strange room. I sent the metal part I got earlier to the Special Service Bureau, but they still haven't analyzed any results."

Wayward Disciple Three Thousand's reply was delayed by two minutes: "Special Service Bureau? Oh, you're in Boundary Land?"

Yu Sheng saw the reply and instinctively felt puzzled: "You're not in Boundary Land?"

The phone buzzed again, and Yu Sheng saw a new message window in Border Communication: "I'm at Qianfeng Ling Mountain."

A strange name caught his eye. Yu Sheng instinctively searched his memory but found no corresponding information. So he quickly swiped the screen to open the search engine built into Border Communication and directly entered the name Qianfeng Ling Mountain, trying to find some information.

To be honest, at the moment he clicked search, he felt a bit excited and thrilled, not for anything special, but because that person named "Wayward Disciple Three Thousand" said he came from outside the Boundary Land!!

He had never thought he could contact someone living "outside" through Border Communication, and Qianfeng Ling Mountain was the first "foreign place name" he had known so far.

Of course, he already knew that the world outside Boundary Land was vast, and he himself had personally opened the door to the outside world before, so logically, none of this should make him so excited, but how should I put it... knowing is one thing, experiencing is another, and this feeling of really connecting with someone far away through a communication tool was just different.

While these thoughts flashed through his mind, the search page on the phone screen refreshed, and the first thing Yu Sheng saw was a highlighted title:

"Warm Congratulations on the Successful Conclusion of the 337th Beast Taming Peak Competition at Qianfeng Ling Mountain, Important Speech by True Man Yuanhe"

Below the title was a news thumbnail. A tall, thin, middle-aged man with an immortal demeanor stood on a floating disk in the air, holding a horsetail whisk. The background was an ethereal landscape of mountain and water paradise, with a dense crowd of disciples clad in white robes, obviously cultivators, stretching as far as the eye could see...

Further in the distance, there were pavilion towers faintly visible, nestled among green mountains, clear waters, and auspicious clouds.

Yu Sheng frowned, glanced at the news title again, then looked down at the thumbnail below, and understood the amount of information on the page, causing him to start pondering.

Not sure what he was thinking, but he began to ponder instinctively.

Hu Li leaned over and looked at the picture on the phone screen for a while, then sighed impressively: "Oh—pretty vintage!"

Yu Sheng stopped pondering, looked down at Erin who also leaned over and said, "Do you think there's a possibility..."

He hadn't finished his sentence when Erin started muttering too: "This building style looks familiar."

"It shouldn't be that coincidental."

"I mean, like, the universe is vast, there are many places with similar styles, and the last time you opened the door, you only took a quick glance without seeing the details clearly, it's not that coincidental," feeling Yu Sheng's lack of confidence, Erin's tone inexplicably became a little nervous, "Besides, even if it were so coincidental, so what? Look at the crowd here, Qianfeng Ling Mountain obviously covers a large area..."

As she spoke, she fell silent, starting to seriously tug at the thread on Yu Sheng's clothes.

Hu Li, unsure of what was going on, looked at Erin and then at Yu Sheng, as she hadn't experienced the grand scene when Yu Sheng stayed up all night testing the door-opening, causing the entire Boundary Land to enter oscillation mode, so she listened in bewilderment.

Yu Sheng was silent for a moment, just quietly recalling the senior brother hanging from the beam and spinning, and the old man diligently waving a copper-headed belt among the auspicious clouds of the Immortal Peak.

When he switched back to the communication interface and saw the ID "Wayward Disciple Three Thousand", he started to feel more and more uneasy. His associative thinking ran wild—could it be such a coincidence? Could it be even more coincidental?

However, he finally managed to control his wild thoughts and decided to set aside the matter of coincidence. He replied to the other party: "Sorry, I was just looking up some information—I'm talking to someone outside the Boundary Land for the first time. Qianfeng Ling Mountain is a good place."

Actually, he wanted to subtly probe for more identity information from the other party, like name and specific activities in the place called "Qianfeng Ling Mountain", but after brief consideration, he put this thought aside. After all, he wasn't that familiar with this "Wayward Disciple Three Thousand", having only chatted a few times. Asking too many questions would be rather suspicious.

The other party responded fairly quickly: "That's quite normal. Most of those who use 'Border Communication' are people from your Boundary Land, outsiders rarely use it, and it's even less common among those of Qianfeng Ling Mountain—especially my fellow sect brothers, who are always busy with their own matters and neglect to broaden their horizons..."

Seeing the other party still chatting with him as usual, although Yu Sheng knew there was nothing to be nervous about initially, he still felt inexplicably relieved. Then he promptly steered the topic back to the two fabric fragments: "You mentioned earlier that the fabric piece you have belongs to a sect brother, but you don't know its origin? Surely your sect brother must know? Why not ask him?"

"My senior brother…" Wayward Disciple Three Thousand's reply this time seemed hesitant. The typing indicator flashed several times before the message was sent, "Alas, he's been travelling for years. If I could find him, this matter would be much easier."

After a while, another new message arrived: "My senior brother loves to travel and had traveled the four seas in his early years. He often brought back many strange and curious objects, and even caused quite a ruckus in the sect with most of them. Compared to the majority of mysterious objects he brought back, this fabric piece is one of the few more 'well-behaved' items. It quietly lay in the Treasure Pavilion without causing trouble, fighting with other mysterious objects, or bullying and deceiving sect disciples. Because of this, I managed the Treasure Pavilion for my senior brother for many years, almost forgetting this fabric piece buried in the box.

I was curious too, and asked my senior brother why he kept such an ordinary 'mortal item' in the Treasure Pavilion and what mystical quality it had. But my senior brother was drunk heavily, not waking for three years. After asking several times without getting an answer, I forgot about it. Now, thinking back, I'm indeed regretful."

Wayward Disciple Three Thousand sent a long message in one go, recounting the fabric piece's origin. Yu Sheng read the message carefully, and his first reaction was—what kind of things did that roaming senior brother usually collect?!

Is it normal for Treasure Pavilion's collections to break into fights with each other?!

As for the "three years not waking", he didn't react much—these people cultivate immortality, cultivate immortality! Can the affairs of immortals be measured by common sense? Beside him, there's a Fox Deity who can eat twenty buns in one meal...

Yu Sheng complained inwardly for a long time but finally acknowledged that this might be a 'local feature'. In the end, he was too embarrassed to ask more and sent a message: "If your senior brother returns, or you find more information about this fabric piece from other sources, could you let me know?"

The message was returned quickly: "Of course, while I don't collect mysterious objects like my senior brother who loves roaming the four seas, I now have an interest in this piece. You and I are far apart, and the Boundary Land is the most bizarre place in this universe. Yet here we have similar objects simultaneously in both our hands, how curious, truly curious."

Yu Sheng chatted with "Wayward Disciple Three Thousand" on the phone for a bit more before they said goodbye.

Looking up, he realized the outside was already bright.

"Well… it's already dawn." Yu Sheng got out of bed, took a deep breath, and shook his head helplessly. "In the end, I didn't find out anything… but I inadvertently obtained a bunch of unexpected information in another direction."

While speaking, he stretched comfortably, realizing he didn't feel particularly tired—despite only sleeping about three to four hours last night, he felt surprisingly energetic.

Yu Sheng thought carefully and concluded it was probably the credit of those two bowls of "Fox Stew". Never mind the appearance and taste, the aftereffect was truly potent...

He casually rubbed the fur behind Hu Li's ears, then walked to the window, looking at the sunlit street outside.

Erin ran over, climbed onto the windowsill next to him, looked outside as well, and after two seconds, asked: "Are you thinking of visiting Qianfeng Ling Mountain?"

Yu Sheng was perplexed: "How did you jump to that conclusion?"

"You've never been outside, but you're interested in it. You didn't know anyone from outside until now, but now you know one. You didn't know what those places across the door were, but now you know a specific location," Erin counted with her fingers, "In conclusion, you want to visit Qianfeng Ling Mountain."

Yu Sheng stared wide-eyed, looking straight into the little puppet's eyes.

This little thing's thinking truly jumps around.

...but her intuition is ridiculously accurate.

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