"Knowing full well it will bring chaos to the world, why do you still raise a tiger to cause trouble?"
Upon hearing this, Barson's expression tightened, followed by a bitter smile.
He too was once brash and reckless, using evil techniques to harm many people.
But by the time he came to his senses, it was somewhat too late; the Holy Infant had grown to a realm he could not suppress.
Thus, one wrong step led to another, leaving him in the current predicament.
Just as Ning Fan was about to inquire, Barson excitedly exclaimed, "The Holy Infant is coming out!"
Ning Fan looked towards the altar, only to see a dark wind swirling at its mouth, with wisps of black smoke drifting out.
As the smoke appeared, the pervasive grievances disappeared in an instant, rushing towards the altar's mouth.
After a few twists and turns, the black mist transformed into the image of a little girl.
"This is the Holy Infant!"
