Upon hearing these words, Jiang Lu immediately associated them with something.
"Are you that Immortal?!"
"What Immortal?" The wanderer's previously clear eyes suddenly turned extremely profound, revealing a sense of vicissitude: "Nothing but a poor wretch blinded by greed, a bird perished for food..."
"So you mean... that legend is true, there really was a woodcutter who broke through the Yellow Springs, unleashing the Netherworld Water to irrigate the Netherworld, allowing its civilization to flourish."
Jiang Lu asked incredulously, yet cautiously:
"So, that woodcutter..."
The wanderer said nothing, but walked over to an unremarkable stalagmite display and took a rust-covered hoe that was placed on top.