Faced with the questioning of the man in the white robe, the cloth-clad youth had no mind to answer, his heart sinking to the bottom.
Seeing their companion's expression, the other four stepped forward one after another, pushing the man in the white robe, who consequently loosened his grip and retreated three steps.
He smiled at the cloth-clad youth, very interested in the thoughts of this lad.
Before coming to this continent, he had heard the legends about it.
This continent was called Pure Land, sheltered by powerful beings, without the notion of talent, no hierarchy of strength, a sanctuary for the weak.
In a world where the strong of Central Heaven are revered, having such a place intrigued the man in the white robe.
He had come from the Three Thousand Great Worlds and was curious about places that were entirely different from the mundane, and he revealed the cloth-clad youth's disguise with no malice; he was genuinely curious.
