"After the old monk finished speaking, I immediately understood. Ever since the Evil Infant was crafted, not a single ancestor of my clan has lived past sixty, and none died naturally, all met untimely deaths."
Barson sighed, "The old monk's assessment wasn't wrong. This lineage of ours is completely severed."
"But you seem to be over sixty, right?"
Barson didn't answer the question but instead said, "You've seen the Holy Infant, what do you think?"
"Not bad. Except for some peculiarities in food, she's no different from other little girls."
Barson chuckled lightly, "If that's truly the case, why does she arise from such an ominous formation?"
"That's true. I initially thought the Holy Infant was an utterly ominous demon."
After speaking, Ning Fan shifted the topic, "Could it be..."
"It's just as you think. The Holy Infant has never been benevolent."
Barson sighed and continued, "To break the fate of dying in five years, I followed the old monk and practiced for a while.
