After finishing the TV drama, Wenren Sheng found some time and called Little Illusion to the backyard.
"Old Wen, what did you want with me?" Little Illusion stood with her hands behind her back, head tilted up at the sky, barely bothering to acknowledge him.
Uh, he had thought she had learned to behave. It seemed she had only behaved herself for a little while.
Wenren Sheng sighed.
Still, this was pretty good. People were like that too—they improved in an upward curve.
"Did you and Big Fool Aihandebu do something bad again?" Wenren Sheng asked.
"It wasn't something bad. It was obviously something good," Little Illusion said indignantly.
"Forget it. You're grown up now. You know what you should and shouldn't do. I'll only tell you this: do not do evil simply because it is small."
Wenren Sheng let out a long breath, like an old father, then turned and walked away, leaving only his back behind.
Little Illusion stood there in a daze.
She had thought Wenren Sheng would fly into a rage at her again. Instead, he had not lectured her at all, merely told her to keep herself in line.
An inexplicable impulse rose in Little Illusion's chest.
It had no heart.
After all, it was not human to begin with.
Yet at that moment, it had a heart. Wenren Sheng's heart was its heart.
"Then take this. It's the bribe Big Fool Aihandebu gave me. I don't want it anymore," Little Illusion said reluctantly, pouting.
Wenren Sheng only heard those words before a mass of Golden Liquid appeared in his mind.
Wasn't this the refined form of Liao Aoquan's special power?
No one had figured out exactly what this thing was yet. They only knew it was a medium that allowed ordinary people to wield