What exactly did the Immortal want? With Wenren Sheng's wisdom, it was impossible for him not to see it.
But just as everyone knew they would die, yet no one could fight against death—
People could only wait for history to progress to the stage where death could be conquered.
Wenren Sheng had been the same before.
But now, he felt the time had come.
He left the Blood Island world and entered space.
Then, through the Strange Seed, he sent someone a message and waited quietly.
Before long, "Wu Shanshan" appeared before him.
"Which name should I call you by?" Wenren Sheng looked at that familiar face, his feelings complicated.
"Whatever makes you happy. Whichever one you call, that one will come out." She chuckled softly.
Wenren Sheng let out a long breath. "Just as I thought."
"Did you think I would kill them?"
"No. I only wanted to say that your taste in life is even more vulgar than Little Illusion's." Wenren Sheng shook his head.
"Heh, aren't all you men like that? On one hand, you talk about spending a lifetime with one person; on the other, you always have this baffling confidence that all the good girls in the world can only be trusted in your care." Her lips twitched, as though she had told an especially funny joke.
"In any case, let them all out."
"If they want to come out, they don't need my permission."
Wenren Sheng fell silent after hearing that.
He suddenly realized he had no reason to make a move.
He was not the sort of person who killed whoever he wanted to kill, much less someone who would force others while insisting it was for their own good.
No one had asked him for help. How could he intervene?
Why