"Changan, do you think they... can be trusted?"
The village chief had arranged for Chen Changan and the others to stay in an unoccupied little house tucked away in a corner. It wasn't very large, but it was fairly tidy.
Still, Mu Yunyao wasn't at ease. They had only just arrived in the Eternal Land and knew nothing about the place, but one thing was perfectly clear.
It was hostile to outsiders!
The Eternal Land was extremely hostile to outsiders. That much was clear from the village chief, and Chen Changan and the others could also tell from Song Yuheng.
Everyone in the Eternal Land was so hostile to outsiders. Would the people of this village really feel no hostility toward them just because they wanted to live in peace and keep out of worldly affairs?
The villagers didn't seem unusual, but when the newcomers appeared, Mu Yunyao had noticed that, beneath their surprise, the villagers' eyes had flashed with a hint of disdain.
Mu Yunyao felt that hostility toward outsiders was a shared belief among everyone in the Eternal Land, with no exceptions. So even though the village chief had been extremely friendly, he still wasn't someone they could trust completely.
In Mu Yunyao's view, the village chief was a very clever man. He mixed truth with lies, making it impossible to tell what he really thought.
There was just one thing Mu Yunyao couldn't figure out: what was the village chief pretending for?
Everyone here was at the Eternal Mortal Transformation Realm. The village wasn't large, but there were dozens of people in it.
After all, in their eyes, Chen Changan and the others were no different from patients—so weak they posed no threat.
"He can't be trusted, but I'm curious what he's planning."
"What we should be