Wenren Sheng stood before the window, idly turning an ancient mirror over in his hands—the Soul Mirror.
The mirror's surface was smooth as ice, as though it could reflect the deepest recesses of one's soul.
His gaze passed through the mirror.
The mirror gleamed, seemingly reflecting something—perhaps an answer, perhaps an escape.
Zhao Han and Little Illusion had already returned from the world inside the mirror.
Both of them had grown tremendously.
At the very least, when Little Illusion was having fun, she now knew to keep herself in check and would no longer treat people like giant windmills.
As for this mirror, Wenren Sheng decided to give it to Zhao Han as an invisible protective talisman, safeguarding them as they traveled safely through different worlds.
He let out a soft breath, turned, and walked out of the room.
The door to the Jack-of-all-trades Shop slowly closed behind him with a faint creak, as if reluctant to part with him.
He passed through the streets that had only just become familiar and entered the city before him.
Every step fell upon desolation.
Most of the shops lining the streets had already closed, and the once bustling marketplace had grown deserted.
There were more and more fugitives. The entire Big Dipper World seemed to be getting swallowed by an invisible tide.
Naturally, he knew what was happening.
Ever since the fugitive problem had been resolved, people had chosen to flee one after another, even if it meant paying ninety percent in taxes.
After all, those who stayed would face the once-in-ten-thousand-years reset.
The sooner they left, the better.
Who knew whether they would still be able to leave if they waited too long?
After surveying the city, Wenren Sheng returned to the Jack-of-all-trades Shop.
The moment he stepped inside, he saw