The Purpose of White Robe

Wang Mian swept his doubtful gaze over the room's layout.

The room before him was neither large nor small. There was little furniture, making it seem empty and desolate. It was an unfinished earthen-and-stone house with no decoration, nothing worth noting.

Other than him, there were no other living beings in the room.

"Where am I?"

Wang Mian wondered to himself.

Suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar environment, he felt little besides confusion—no great nervousness or unease.

He had long since grown accustomed to such things.

Whenever White Robe's personality took over the body, his consciousness would fall dormant, unable to perceive the outside world, even if his life was in danger.

He could only roughly estimate how long he had slept based on his mental state.

If he was not mistaken, he had slept for a day, no more than two.

Previously, in order to deal with White Robe's personality, he had gone to the Pure Land and forced himself to stay awake for nearly a month. After waking this time, his mental state was clearly much better.

His head no longer throbbed intermittently.

Even so, he felt that he could still sleep for another day and night.

Compared to where he was, Wang Mian was more astonished by why White Robe had behaved so obediently and allowed him to wake up so quickly.

White Robe should already have guessed why he had gone to the Pure Land to seek out Lin Feng.

He might even have spoken with Lin Feng and fought him.

Even so, White Robe was still being this obedient?

That did not seem like him.

Just as Wang Mian was still puzzled, his body suddenly shuddered, and he abruptly turned toward the door.

His consciousness had only just returned, and his mind was still somewhat