Back at the Jiang family's residence, they first settled in Chong Yan, followed by the foundling baby. Since there were no infant supplies at home, preparations were needed.
Before mealtime, Nan Bei invited Zhuo Jin to his study for a talk.
Everything that had happened today had completely shattered his worldview, and he even harbored a faint doubt about himself, desperately wanting to know the answers.
"Why weren't we harmed falling from such a height? Why did the lightning chase us? The light you used, the sword… was that magic? And that child, what were those white lights? Who exactly are you?"
"You've asked so many questions, where do you want me to start?"
【Host, you cannot tell him.】
"Why?" Zhuo Jin chuckled, "Don't bring up the world's consciousness. You know his current situation. He's just a baby who can do nothing."
The system was instantly speechless.
"Then start with your identity. You are not Jiang Jin. I investigated her."
"I am indeed not. My name is Zhuo Jin. I am here for Chong Yan. I cannot excessively violate this world's rules, or I will face resistance. The lightning chasing us today was because I used something that doesn't exist in this world. As for what it is, you don't need to know. That child is the Heavenly Dao of this world, its guardian deity. He was impersonated, which is why this world has been deteriorating. Now, that imposter is dead. You need to raise him, and he will offer you great help in the future."
Nan Bei's worldview was already shattered beyond repair. Even after hearing so many unbelievable things, he managed to remain composed.
"So, are you truly a god?"
Imposter?
Even if it was an imposter, it was the Heaven of this world. So powerful, yet she killed it and could speak of it so casually.
She was even more formidable than the Heavenly Dao!
Someone like that…
"You could say that." A demon god is also a god.
"Will you help us then?"
"Yes, after all, I also rely on you to save Chong Yan. But breaking this world's barrier and establishing new rules, these are things you must do yourselves."
Just like in the previous world, she had barely interfered in worldly affairs.
Each world had its own orbit of operation, with protagonists bearing the Heavenly Dao's destiny and feeding it back to the Dao. The next generation would have its successors, like a wheel carrying hope and the future forward, its tracks repeating in a cycle.
The previous world had collapsed because of Chong Yan, and so had this one. Zhuo Jin only needed to manage him.
As for the imposter, she had simply offended her.
She was narrow-minded and always repaid grudges.
She had already provided them with immense convenience. Coupled with the existence of the Heavenly Dao, as long as they didn't court death, their future path would only become smoother until this world's order was restored.
Nan Bei struggled to digest this information, saying with some difficulty, "I understand. Thank you."
"No need. It's simply a matter of mutual benefit."
"Knock, knock, knock."
A knock sounded at the door, followed by Nan Xi's excited voice from outside: "Brother, it's time to eat!"
Nan Bei stood up and said, "Miss Jiang… please."
The group sat together for dinner. The plump man held the foundling baby. Seeing Zhuo Jin approach, he extended his chubby little hands, wanting her to hold him.
"Yi… Ya!"
Everyone radiated a deep golden light, and being close to her felt comfortable. He wanted her to hold him!
"Ah! Ya!"
The plump man looked troubled, "Miss Jiang…"
Zhuo Jin scooped the baby into her arms and smiled, "Let me. You certainly know who to recognize."
The baby giggled in her embrace, more content than in anyone else's arms, which was astonishing.
Nan Bei's expression remained solemn. "Let's eat."
Everyone began their meal.
The baby tried to snatch Zhuo Jin's chopsticks, putting them in his mouth, appearing precocious for his age.
The braised pork was tender, fragrant, and sweet. Zhuo Jin scooped a small piece with her spoon and brought it to his lips.
"Hey!" a servant exclaimed, "He's too young to eat this."
Children over six months old could start eating solid food. This baby was at most three or four months old, which was why the servant intervened.
However, before Zhuo Jin could withdraw, the baby himself supported the spoon and ate the braised pork.
"Quick, make him spit it out! What if he chokes?"
Zhuo Jin gently pinched his cheeks and looked inside. There were no teeth, and no braised pork had been swallowed.
He had swallowed it.
Everyone was stunned.
Yet the child was perfectly fine. After Zhuo Jin released him, he smacked his lips as if still wanting more and held onto Zhuo Jin's sleeve.
"Little glutton."
Zhan Ying said curiously, "This child is so smart. Just give him more if he wants it. We certainly aren't lacking."
They said a four-month-old couldn't eat solid food, but that was here. In the slums, where food was scarce, infants of just a few months would shove anything into their mouths and still survive.
Everyone at the table had come from such backgrounds and seen more. Therefore, they didn't pay much mind. If he could eat it, he could eat it.
He wasn't an ordinary child; he wouldn't get sick from a little food. By the end of the meal, Zhuo Jin had fed him nearly two pieces of braised pork and half a serving of steamed egg custard.
Judging by this, the milk powder they had prepared would likely go unused.