Zhu Minglang's brow furrowed as he summoned the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon and instructed it to carry the swaddled infant to another Earth Temple. Children who encountered such events, if not cleansed and bathed, would be tortured to death within a few short years by the evil defilement they were exposed to today...
"I've seen you before; you came during the day, too. Are you a god??" Wei Zhuo stared at Zhu Minglang and asked.
"Yes." Zhu Minglang nodded.
"Are you here to convince me to let go as well?" Wei Zhuo continued to ask.
"I came to investigate the cause of your child's death," Zhu Minglang replied.
Wei Zhuo was stunned for a moment.
However, he was no longer the same old man who had lived a life of kindness; he had even begun to relish this power that surpassed that of the gods!
"Tell me, how did my child die?" Wei Zhuo demanded.
