Lin Mu stood in the cold chamber with Tao Yinsu tucked under his arm like an unruly, foul mouthed bundle of chaos. His mind churned rapidly. The situation was far from simple.
He could not leave this child here. That much was clear.
Even if the Binggan Clan agreed to treat the baby well, Tao Yinsu was a walking... no just a wiggling disaster waiting to happen. Once he started crawling or walking it will only get worse.
He had the temperament of a drunk immortal, the discipline of a loose cannon, and likely the potential to cause an entire world to descend into madness with nothing more than tongue and temper.
Lin Mu imagined what would happen if this baby grew into a toddler with the same mouth. Then a five year old. Then a teenager...
He felt his soul ache.
Tao Yinsu kicked his tiny legs, breaking Lin Mu's grim thoughts.
