Shattered Star Ridge, Twelfth Hall.
Zhao Han was lying in the plaza before the main hall, basking in the sun.
Life had truly been easy and leisurely lately.
She spent her days drifting drowsily through dreams, stealing half a day of idle peace from this fleeting life.
Wenren Sheng strolled out. His mental sense swept over Purple Flower Dog, and he shook his head slightly.
If one wanted to be happy, it really was better to be a little foolish.
Unlike Zhao Han, he had already sensed danger quietly drawing near.
Last time, when Sun Changcun had pursued Shi Baizhang, several tens of thousands of crazed refugees had left him utterly disheveled.
That was when Wenren Sheng had sensed something was wrong.
It seemed someone was making use of the network of mental imprints he had spread.
He had tried leaving the script, only to find that he could no longer get out.
Even the Seed of Mystery could not be used.
Otherwise, he would not have been in such a sorry state back then that he had fallen off the cliff.
But he had not panicked. Relying on his peerless wisdom, he had still developed the Hero Network and successfully brought the situation under his control.
After all, he had reached this point entirely through his own wisdom, blood, sweat, and effort...
He had solved all those cases himself.
Now, with a single thought from him, everyone infected with a mental imprint became his eyes and ears.
Under such circumstances, no one could possibly threaten him again.
Unless it was not a person.
Wenren Sheng raised his head to the sky and saw countless people overhead.
They drifted through the air. Some tried to fly back and forth, their movements clumsy, yet they never tired of it.
He was