Perhaps it was because the atmosphere had reached its tipping point.
The thoughts in Qin Muyang's heart grew increasingly difficult to suppress. His gaze toward the infant, Little Sun, turned ravenous. Such a concentrated source of Demonic Qi—if he could use it for cultivation, it would undoubtedly elevate his strength to an unimaginable realm.
"Daoist Lin, have you thought of a way to rid this child of her malevolent aura?" Qin Muyang asked.
His expression appeared deeply concerned, as if he genuinely wanted to lend his efforts to resolve the issue.
Lin Fan replied, "I have."
One word, curt and final.
He didn't actually have a solution and was still deliberating on the matter himself.
The infant girl delivered by the ancient Demon carried an overwhelming Demonic Qi, accompanied by a terrifying malevolent nature. It was fundamentally akin to an ingrained personality—something that wouldn't change simply because of an external occurrence.