The next day.
For once, Little Illusion did not go off to play. Instead, she hid in various corners and secretly observed Wenren Sheng's every move.
Only when she saw him throwing himself into work and life with even greater seriousness and passion did she finally feel completely relieved.
Sure enough, the world was real. That bastard had just been tricking her. Otherwise, he would surely have been lost and depressed...
Like those literary priests, who wrote poems whenever they had nothing better to do.
Just listening to them made her head ache, yet she could not punish them. After all, an occasional poem was actually quite interesting.
She decided to play hard for three days to relax.
She had grown tired of all her old toys.
This time, she would pick a new one.
Old Wen's handling of that fellow had happened to give her an idea for a new game.
This time, she chose a former american football star. She remembered that he had wanted to become one of her priests, only to give up later and throw himself into someone else's embrace.
One of her toys had actually run off to someone else. A man might tolerate that, but a lady never would.
She had not remembered the matter at first. But Wenren Sheng had later told her to observe that person again, and that was why she remembered him so clearly.
What was his name again? Dafflin, perhaps.
Miken, a small city.
At that moment, Dafflin was carrying out a Seeking Seed mission with two Middle-rank members of the Heaven's Mandate Society.
Seeking Seed naturally meant searching for people who possessed large numbers of Otherworldly Users.
The monopolizers of Otherworldly Users were all shrewd.
After the easiest monopolizers to eliminate had been removed, the rest