The white-bearded old man nodded at everyone, then looked at Chu Mo: "If I am not mistaken, the person you're referring to…" He emphasized the word 'person' with a heavier accent: "Should be a lifeform from the high-dimensional."
"High-dimensional?" Everyone present looked perplexed.
Including Chu Mo, they all had a hard time understanding what kind of place the high-dimensional mentioned by the white-bearded old man was.
"This world is vast, and there are many existences we cannot comprehend. For example, people in a painting will never understand what kind of place a world like ours is."
Chu Xuan suddenly asked from the side, "But the world in the painting is not a real world!"
"In the eyes of many high-dimensional lifeforms, the world we are in now is actually fake too," the white-bearded old man chuckled and said.
