The cultist's words made several people around him look up in surprise. Some who had been ignoring him started sizing him up with genuine interest.
Pure Soul Crystals only appeared in kind, innocent people. Even among the Harvest Mother Goddess Church's clerics, few met the requirements.
Most crystals came from young people who hadn't yet experienced much of life. They were extremely rare, and in Yorikof Town, rarer still. This guy had not only been lucky enough to find someone like that, but had even managed to take the crystal from a church cleric?
Not bad.
The cultist being watched began to tremble all over. Yu Xing studied his expression and found that beneath his excitement at becoming the center of attention, he seemed far more anxious and timid.
He was a baby-faced young man, about eighteen or nineteen.
Surprisingly, he had changed before coming to the gathering. Beneath his cloak, he wore unremarkable everyday clothes, but the material was decent. It was clear he wasn't usually short on money, and his skin was delicate—not the sort of skin weathered by constant exposure to the elements. In contrast, the cloak's shabby condition seemed a little strange.
Since entering the instance, Yu Xing had only spent the first few days wandering around town out of boredom. At the time, his consciousness had been particularly distorted, so apart from a few townspeople he'd interacted with, he couldn't remember anyone else he might have passed on the street.
So he guessed the young man was a child from the wealthy district, though he couldn't identify him.
Unlike the female cultist from earlier and most of the cultists here, who had joined the cult out of desperation, resentment, and a need to survive, the young man didn't seem to have any such strong motivation