"Moreover, I am not some kind of immortal. I'm just a common man, nothing more," Fan Wu explained, then lowered his head to look at the young Taoist acolyte. Under the acolyte's visibly frightened expression, Fan Wu asked, "I fell from the sky and I'm not sure if I've landed in the wrong place. What is this place?"
Indeed! The Water Virtue Star Lord had not deceived Fan Wu; falling from the sky... truly could reach the mortal realm. He didn't know how long he had been falling. Perhaps... it was half an hour, or maybe an hour? Anyway, Fan Wu felt it had been quite a long time, as he had grown somewhat impatient with the descent.
No wonder when some cultivators used special techniques to request the descent of an immortal's consciousness to exorcise demons, it took so long. It turned out that the distance between the mortal realm and the Heavenly Court was so vast that it would daunt even divinities of modest power.