"Younger Brother Chen, we've been marching too fast and have left the others far behind. Why don't we rest here for a few days?"
Chen Che raised his hand, and the fleet immediately came to a halt.
Just then, a foul, reeking wind blew past, making everyone wrinkle their noses in disgust. But what was surprising was that mixed in with the putrid gust was the faint cry of a baby.
The few people on deck were stunned. Wang Chen, the Vice Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall who had been with the army from the start, paused for a moment before following the cries. To everyone's astonishment, he pulled an infant with a Talisman attached to it from under a pile of corpses.
The Magic Patterns had formed a Shield, protecting him.
Someone else rummaged through the pile of corpses for a long time but couldn't find the infant's parents.
