"You... are you sick?"
"How are you so weak?"
After Song Yuheng left, Chen Changan and the other two picked a direction and set off to explore the Eternal Land.
They hadn't gone far when they ran into a little boy who looked about eight or nine years old.
The boy was chubby and adorable. When he spotted Chen Changan and the others, he eyed them curiously from head to toe.
The boy was young, but everyone in the Eternal Land was born in the Eternal Mortal Transformation Realm, with cultivation far beyond Chen Changan and his companions.
So to him, the three of them were weaker than even a child. They were so feeble, they were probably sick.
"Little guy, why are you out here all by yourself? Aren't the adults at home worried about you?" Chen Changan didn't answer. Instead, he smiled and asked him in return.
"Worried about what?"
"Why would they be worried?"
The little boy tilted his head and looked at Chen Changan in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
"Right, I forgot. People here can't die, so there really isn't much to worry about."
"Little guy, what are you doing out here alone?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
"Playing! What about you? You're so weak. What are you doing out here? Going to see a doctor?"
"Uh... we're not sick. We don't need to see one."
"But you look really weak."
Hearing the boy's words, Chen Changan could only manage a helpless smile. The child might have been stronger than them, but he was still just a kid. There was no way to explain it all to him.
"Little guy, is your home nearby?"
"Yeah, really close."
"Can you take us there?"
"Sure. I was just about to head home