In Jia Xin's eyes, at most half of what Gourd Old Man said was believable. Even though the other party had acted utterly normal throughout the conversation without revealing the slightest abnormality, Jia Xin still believed he possessed some means of suppressing the evil side of himself.
At that moment, the golden-haired Christina suddenly interjected, "Father will probably return very soon. You should leave quickly. Otherwise, given Father's personality, he'll definitely kill both you and this evil spirit."
"Oh? Who has such a temper, killing whoever he pleases? Let him come and try killing this old man."
Although Gourd Old Man had lived for thousands of years, he truly sounded like a mischievous old child.
However, Jia Xin did not take the old man's words seriously for the time being. For some reason, perhaps due to Zhang Chen's influence, Jia Xin did not immediately pass judgment. Instead, he looked at the old man and said,
"We can't determine your situation for now. We'll find another place to talk later. Also..."
Jia Xin turned his attention toward the Western woman. By now, she had reverted from her demonic form to that of an ordinary human. She had the typical appearance of a European, and the black demonic dual pupils had receded, revealing deep, clear azure eyes.
"Come with us, all right? If you stay here and Father returns to find traces of a great battle, while you are unharmed but the evil spirit has vanished without a trace, I'm afraid that would be very difficult for you to explain."
"But..."
Faced with Jia Xin's persuasion, the Western woman began to hesitate. The image of Jia Xin standing in front of her had been deeply imprinted in her mind. Even Father, whom she revered, had never left such a profound impression on