Faced with the white-robed man's question, the cloth-clad youth had no mind to answer. His heart sank to the bottom of a valley.
Seeing their companion like this, the other four hurried forward and shoved the white-robed man. The white-robed man let go with the momentum and retreated three steps.
He smiled as he looked at the cloth-clad youth, very interested in what the boy was thinking.
Before coming to this continent, he had already heard the legends of this continent.
This continent was known as Pure Land. It was sheltered by mighty beings. Here, there was no such thing as innate talent, no hierarchy of strong and weak. It was a place of refuge for the weak.
In Zhongtian, the strong were revered. For such a place to appear in a world like that made the white-robed man very interested.
He had come from the Three Thousand Great Worlds, and he was very interested in places utterly different from the secular world. He had exposed the cloth-clad youth not out of malice; he was truly curious.
The white-robed man saw that the cloth-clad youth was still dazed and dispirited, and his curiosity turned to confusion.
Could it be that this boy had been forced to hide his cultivation?
If so, the so-called Pure Land might be hiding a conspiracy. That did fit his understanding of the mundane world.
The more perfect a place was, the more likely it was an illusion, a scam.
The white-robed man asked, "Is there anything you need me to help you with? There's no particular restriction on you. What are you so afraid of?"
The other four also sensed something was wrong. They looked nervously at the cloth-clad youth and kept speaking up in concern.
The cloth-clad youth took a deep breath, and his