Jiang Fan immediately felt something was wrong.
All those present were Sages, listening to the myriad sounds of heaven and earth.
No matter how faint a baby's voice might be, it could hardly escape their Dharma ears.
The two of them were outsiders; it would be inconvenient for them to meddle in matters between the two worlds.
As soon as those words were spoken, the Sages with deeper composure feigned ignorance, while those whose composure was slightly shallower looked over in puzzlement.
Fortunately, it was only a glance before they withdrew their gazes.
After all, those words came from the mouth of an infant; how could they easily believe them?
Jiang Fan secretly let out a breath of relief. That was close.
He gently pinched the baby's little mouth and spoke inwardly: "From now on, do not speak until I permit you to."
The baby's eyebrows drooped, and tears were already starting to well up.
