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The mouse-eyed Innate of the Yang clan remained burdened with worries, and did not place much trust in the young man surnamed Luan's reassurance.

That was because it meant placing everything entirely in the hands of the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child, leaving themselves with no initiative whatsoever.

But on further thought, they had come seeking another's protection to begin with. Their lives and deaths were not in their own hands; that was only natural. He could only sigh and hope that this matter would reach a satisfactory conclusion.

Of course, he had also kept a card up his sleeve.

Compared with the overly reckless and witless bald strong man, and the young man surnamed Luan, whose reverence for the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child was somewhat excessive—

So long as he remained clear-headed, if he sensed something amiss, he might be able to use those two to restrain that person and buy himself a chance to escape.

Nor could anyone call him overly sinister or cold-blooded. Those of the Demonic Path prized heartlessness and faithlessness. Many demonic arts likewise required such a state of mind for cultivation. If one were loyal, kind, honest, and straightforward, one might as well study Buddhism or cultivate the Dao; such a person was simply unfit to be one of the demonic path.

For a time, the farmhouse courtyard was exceedingly quiet, with only the rustle of leaves stirred by the breeze.

Time trickled away bit by bit, and the bald strong man's patience was gradually worn down. Restlessness began to stir in his heart once more. After some thought, he said,

"Junior Brother Luan, the injuries on my body have become a little unstable again. I want to find a farmwife in this village and replenish myself through cultivation. I guarantee nothing will go wrong.