In the end, seeing that Chen Fan refused to trust him easily, Mo Longyou could only shake his head and say in a deep voice, "Believe it or not, I'll leave this door open for you. If you sense an Integration Stage cultivator coming, remember to come in at once and shut the door. If you don't want to come in, then at least close the door for us. Otherwise, the hundreds of living beings inside will die because of you."
"Hmm?" Chen Fan was slightly startled. What Mo Longyou said truly seemed to be for his sake. Yet what astonished him was that this tiny, dilapidated wooden hut could actually hold hundreds of living beings? Could there be another world within?
He suddenly thought of something, but he still did not act rashly. He merely nodded faintly to Mo Longyou and said, "Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist. If there truly is danger, I will not drag you down with me."
Whether he believed them or not, he had to at least see with his own eyes whether an Integration Stage cultivator would truly come.
Mo Longyou nodded at those words and said nothing further. He drew in his head and vanished behind the door, leaving only the shabby little wooden hut with its door standing open.
Meanwhile, the three young men and women at the street entrance were still watching him coldly, without saying another word.
Chen Fan's heart stirred, and he asked, "Why don't you come over?"
The woman gave a faint, mocking smile. "You don't even know that you're standing in a place of extreme danger. If it were me, I'd have fled for my life long ago."
"Is that so?" Chen Fan replied blandly. For the moment, he could not possibly trust either side.