Klein carried the square, bone-like box that seemed to be made of silver into the reception hall at an unhurried pace.
He was calm, not panicked. He knew a man stood behind him, ready to catch him when it mattered.
Megose kept tearing out her blond hair. Her nails raked bloody gashes across her body, deep enough to expose bone.
Yet she noticed nothing. She felt no pain at all.
"You want to kill my child!" Megose whipped around to face Klein and shrieked.
"I want to send it to the Western Heaven." Klein's steps faltered. The veins on his face and hands writhed like venomous snakes.
Then the nature of the Eight-Nine True Qi within him changed. It became vast, righteous True Qi, supremely yang and unyielding, instantly weakening those signs of lost control.
The Eight-Nine Mysterious Art could seek fortune and avoid calamity, and it excelled at transformation. Its True Qi naturally shared that quality.
Klein had chosen to cultivate the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art not only because it was a higher-grade Divine Art, but also because it covered so many bases.
At the end of the road, no power could absolutely restrain another. In the early stages, however, such counters did exist.
Corruption and loss of control leaned toward negative forces, while the True Qi Klein had transformed leaned toward Righteousness.
It could not erase the effects completely, but it could certainly suppress them to some degree.
After all, this was only a shriek from the vessel of an Evil God's Brood.
Besides, judged by its true essence, forget an Evil God's Brood—even if the True Creator came in person and was given a hundred Dou Qi horses to spur on, he could never catch up with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art!
Klein looked at Megose. She was pitiable,