Wenren Sheng stood by the window, gazing into the distance.
Before long, he smiled faintly.
He had seen it. This Soul Mirror was indeed quite useful.
However, he had no time to personally explore its uses.
So he called Zhao Han over. "Xiao Han, this Soul Mirror is yours now."
"For a while, stay with it and Little Illusion."
"Yes, Teacher."
After saying that, Wenren Sheng vanished.
His presence here would greatly suppress the Soul Mirror's effects.
After Zhao Han agreed, she saw Little Illusion and the Soul Mirror fooling around nearby, until Little Illusion collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion. "You mirror are so interesting! I never expected you could reflect so many things!"
"Don't underestimate me. I'm the Soul Mirror."
The mirror huffed. Though it was tucked under Little Illusion's arm, its voice was full of pride.
Zhao Han turned around, looked at the scene before her, and could not help laughing. "Little Illusion, do you actually like it, or do you just want to bully it?"
"Dummy Hanhan, I wouldn't bully it! I just think this mirror is especially fun."
Little Illusion replied with a cheeky grin.
Zhao Han shook her head. "No matter what, it's our friend now. Treat it well."
"Got it, don't worry, Dummy Hanhan."
Little Illusion rolled her eyes, but her expression showed how fond she was of the mirror.
Upon hearing this, the Soul Mirror felt a trace of warmth in its heart.
Although it knew Little Illusion's words were only half sincere, at least at this moment, it felt needed.
"Hey, Mirror, what do you think I can do to make my dad happier?"
Little Illusion suddenly asked.
Zhao Han froze, warmth rising in her heart. This child had grown up too.
Although Teacher and Little Illusion often set each other