Everything made little sense, but Noah tried his best to study the situation anyway. He had vaguely understood what was happening, but many doubts still filled his mind, and a few of them were too important to ignore.
"What's your name?" Noah asked.
"Why would I have a name?" The old man replied.
"Because you aren't a creation of the Cursed Labyrinth," Noah stated.
"And what would I even be?" The old man asked.
"I don't know," Noah admitted. "The Labyrinth is powerful enough to contain powerful beings, but its environments are too diverse to come from a single expert. The existence of multiple creators can explain this feature, but why would various rank 9 cultivators even decide to build something like this?"
"So?" The old man asked.
