Compared to the two Nascent Souls fighting with earth-shattering force, Feng Wushi, who had once become a Final Producer among Cultivators, was far more interesting to Wenren Sheng.
It had to be said.
This fellow had truly accomplished quite a bit with the God-level Choice System he had forged using Picture Detective.
Of course.
That was also because the system had no real punishment mechanism.
If it had punishments, casually erasing people at every turn, then even ten Feng Wushis would have been finished.
At this moment.
Nascent Souls A and B, while fighting each other, finally ran into that most unfortunate sliver of probability.
Both were severely injured.
At this moment.
A new prompt from the God-level Choice System appeared in Feng Wushi's mind.
"Two Nascent Souls have been severely injured while fighting over a Tong Tian spirit treasure."
"You now have three choices."
"First: Strike while they are down. Lead people to hunt down the two Nascent Souls."
Feng Wushi laughed as soon as he heard it.
This was asking for death.
A severely injured Nascent Soul was just like that Demon Spirit from the TV drama he had watched in the modern world, wasn't it?
Even when severely injured, it simply would not die.
"Second choice: You lead people to rescue the two Nascent Souls, taking this opportunity to try to reconcile with them."
"You are willing to repay hatred with kindness, take the initiative to forgive them, and tell them that they were not at fault before. The one at fault was this world, this environment where people killed and robbed for treasure."
"They themselves were not at fault in the slightest, so they should not bear any psychological burden."
Seeing this, Feng Wushi only wanted to spit out one comment.
Naive.
Did they think this