These four were Integration Cultivators, their eyes burning as they stared at the Sacred Embryo, Li Fan, with their auras surging.
Li Fan, on the other hand, showed no sign of nervousness as he cupped his hands towards his left and right: "Elders, please be patient, allow me to confirm one last thing."
"However, I need to project a strand of my consciousness there!"
As he spoke, Li Fan pointed towards the Yan Fajue toddler who was lying fast asleep on the long table.
The four Integration Cultivators exchanged glances.
All had troubled expressions on their faces.
Li Fan merely waited quietly for them to make a decision.
"Boy, is there no other way?"
Li Fan replied indifferently, "The so-called right remedy for an ailment. If the cause is misdiagnosed, and efforts to save are made in haste, it could well result in even greater damage."
"It is but the most minute strand of consciousness, used only for observation and communication. I'm afraid it wouldn't even harm a Mortal..."
