Fang Yuan stared at the boy whose arm was so thin it could be mistaken for a skeleton.
"Where are your parents?" Fang Yuan asked, though he already knew the answer he would receive.
"They… they're dead," the boy replied.
Fang Yuan studied him for a moment before asking, "Do you have any family left?"
This time, the boy hesitated to answer but that was all Fang Yuan needed, he gave a faint nod, understanding of the boy's situation.
This time, be decided to ask a rather different question he was curious about,"Do you fear cultivators?"
The question was like a bolt of lightning as the boy's heartbeat quickened instantly.
Fang Yuan frowned slightly. Just how notorious was the cultivation world, that even the idea of not fearing cultivators seemed unthinkable to mortals?
Silence permeated between the two, while the boy searched for an answer, Fang Yuan found the hastily beating heart beat of the boy amusing.
Finally, the boy swallowed hard and replied, "…Yes."
