"It's here at last!"
Jia Ren was covered in golden Suppressing Demon Divine Armor; no strange aura could penetrate even a hair's breadth. He turned his head toward where the crying of the baby came from and saw from a distance an infant with white skin, one zhang tall. Their eyes met across the space, with sparks seemingly flying between them.
The moment the Great Infant Bizarre appeared, the Infant Spirit vanished like a bubble.
Two Nascent Soul period cultivators bowed deeply to the Great Infant Bizarre, their posture that of fanatical believers. "This is the thief who stole your Power of Faith!"
"Come with me, food and lodging included!" Jia Ren declared. "The food is Phoenix Fire, and the lodging is the Demon-Sealing Spirit Tower. You won't have to spend a dime—just pack your bags and move right in."
