"I want to see the outside world." Betsy's eyes, as clear as azure water, were filled with longing.
"You're still too young. Once you've mastered true skills, you'll be able to handle various dangers in the outside world with ease."
"We're Hidden Cultivators; are we still afraid of danger? Isn't the outside world full of ordinary mortals?"
Gesler patiently persuaded, "In this world, there are many more powerful Hidden Monasteries, and they are treacherous, intolerant of others of their kind. Even among mortals, there are hidden numerous formidable experts. Mortals can kill each other for profit, let alone deal with strangers."
An elderly man with long hair hurriedly walked towards them from the castle. His rugged face was carved like with knife and axe, covered with a dense white beard, and he held a black Magic Wand. He was a millennial elder member and also a Mage named Feiyu.
