Several hours later, Fanx Shang and Wuh Zilan, carrying the baby boy, arrived at a secluded valley near the Spirit Talisman Sect's territory.
Here, a mortal old man had been waiting for quite some time.
"Old Hu, the child is entrusted to you." Fanx Shang passed the baby over, "You remember what to do next, right?"
The elderly Old Hu, aged over seventy, nodded repeatedly, carefully accepting the baby: "I know, I know, I will get this done right."
Fanx Shang's face turned grim: "It's with your life that you must accomplish this task! Ensure they don't suspect a thing. If doubt arises, you know the consequences!"
Old Hu's face grew pale, his body trembled, and he suddenly knelt down: "Rest assured, Immortal Masters, this old bag of bones won't live much longer anyway. As long as my son can live in peace and wealth, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
