When he sensed the commotion in the hall, the red-headed ghost could not help but run over.
"Where did this child come from?"
He widened his eyes and sized up Monk Yuan Bei and Su Zimo, muttering.
He was only gone for a short while - how did a child appear out of nowhere from these two old men?
A chill ran down the red-headed ghost's spine and he shook his head hurriedly, casting that thought away.
Although the prime body was only a newborn baby, it did not cry or shout. Instead, it watched Monk Yuan Bei and the red-headed ghost silently without any fear through its jet-black eyes.
Pausing for a moment, it grabbed the broken skin of the golden fruit and stuffed it into its mouth.
The broken fruit skin was a great tonic as well!
When the red-headed ghost saw that, he could not help but click his tongue in wonder.
He had lived for so long but he had never encountered such a situation.
