The baby was almost charred black, having been burned by the fire.
The old man quickly placed a hand on the baby’s chest to check if it was alive, but from the looks of it, there was no way it could have survived those flames.
Just before the old man could examine the baby, a piercing whistle came from the horizon and a silver streak quickly approach the village.
Seeing the old man in the air, the silver streak turned and headed for the old man.
Coming to a stop in front of the old man, the silver light faded away to reveal a young man in white robes with a long sword on his back. He looked like a heroic youth of the younger generation.
Sensing the fluctuation from this youth, the old man guessed he was in the late stage of the Foundation Realm.
Judging by his looks, he was no more than eighteen.