"I know." Lucifer seemed unsurprised. "Where in the Netherworld is not your hometown?"
"That's not what I meant."
Jiang Lu scratched his head, pondering how to explain:
"Once you leave the Netherworld, the entire Netherworld is indeed my hometown, but that's like a country. There is still a hometown on a smaller scale, you see?"
"Why do you suddenly have a West Coast accent..." Lucifer seemed puzzled. "So, is this the place where you were born?"
"Yes." Jiang Lu nodded, touched the sign saying "I miss you a lot in Yellow Springs," and took a deep breath: "I was born and raised in Yellow Springs, but it has been a long time since I've been back..."
His tone turned somewhat reflective: "There's a legend in Yellow Springs, when the Three Realms were still undivided, and the Netherworld yet to be established, a lost lumberjack stumbled into this unexploited wild realm and almost got himself eaten by evil spirits many times.