Or perhaps, staying there isn't too bad either.
The Spiritual Waves of the Curator became complicated, and the tendrils of his body undulated gently like waves.
"...After the 'Great Collapse,' the surviving Solipsi people split into two factions. One faction, led by a leader named 'Novel,' decided to abandon our shattered homeland and flee beyond the Void to seek new fertile ground."
Upon hearing the name 'Novel,' Luo Yan's Spiritual Waves projected a hint of surprise.
"Novel?" He looked at the Curator in shock and blurted out, "I met him! But...was that before we met?"
When he encountered Novel, he didn't even have the guise of a Prince of the Empire, and his understanding of the Academic State was only from the few words of an apprentice.
The Curator smiled gently, his Spiritual Waves becoming profound and calm, seemingly unsurprised by the confusion of this former 'creator.'
