Ming Wan's Insight

"Multicolored?"

Whitebrow and Ming Wan suddenly opened their eyes.

At the summit of the green mountain, the white clouds began flowing faster in the breeze.

Liu Di sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes calmly closed, as if he had become one with heaven and earth.

His voice was somewhat ethereal. "I'm currently in a multicolored world. It feels very real. The colors around me ripple back and forth like whirlpools, and also like colored dye dropped into clear water, slowly spreading."

Ming Wan sucked in a sharp breath.

Then he asked in surprise, "So what you're seeing is colored space?!"

Liu Di gave a tiny nod.

Ming Wan leaned back, his eyes widening. "Liu Di, that one-word difference is the difference between heaven and earth!"

Whitebrow's eyes also lit up.

When it came to accomplishments in mental power, he truly could not compare to his disciple, Ming Wan.

In just a few minutes, Ming Wan had noticed what made his Master extraordinary?

Whitebrow asked, "How different are color and black?"

"No, Master."

Ming Wan turned back, his expression strange. "It's the difference between mental power and mental illness—just one word apart!"

Whitebrow's face instantly darkened.

Ming Wan hurriedly said, "Master, it's not like you don't know. The twenty-four realms left behind by Grandmaster are all distinguished by different depths of color. Where would multicolored ever come from?! Liu Di must have some misunderstanding about mental power!"

Whitebrow gritted his back teeth. "Ming Wan, you little bastard, I really want to ask where that petty stubbornness of yours came from. Would it kill you to say something nice?"

Whitebrow poked Ming Wan's head. "You're the mental patient! Your whole family is made of mental patients!"

Ming Wan was deeply aggrieved. "Master, I'm a teacher now. I can't