In the plaza of the Cloud Hermit Sect.
The atmosphere was solemn, and the disciples of both factions had their eyes fixed on Wenren Sheng.
The Sect Master frowned deeply, his voice especially clear in the silent air. "Mr. Wen, you are now the renowned owner of a Jack-of-all-trades Shop in the Big Dipper World."
"I heard that you once traveled through the Myriad Worlds. We invited you here today in the hope that you could judge who is right and who is wrong in this dispute."
Wenren Sheng stood between the disciples of the two factions, his gaze as calm as still water, as though the dispute had nothing to do with him.
He slowly spoke, with a trace of barely perceptible amusement in his voice. "Sect Master, right and wrong in this world often exist only in people's hearts. Solve the people, and there will be no such thing as right or wrong."
The Sect Master's face darkened. He had not expected Wenren Sheng to give such an answer. "You must be joking, sir?"
Wenren Sheng shook his head, his smile carrying a deeper meaning. "You were the ones who joked with me first."
Before his words had faded, a mirror suddenly appeared in Wenren Sheng's hand—the Soul Mirror.
Yes, although the mirror had been given to Zhao Han, he could use it at any time through his connection with the Seed of Mystery, and its power was even greater.
At its extreme, it could amplify its effect a millionfold.
With a wave of one hand, ripples spread across the mirror's surface.
Then, a beam of light shot out from the mirror and soared straight into the sky.
The black clouds overhead were torn apart by the beam, revealing a brilliant starry sky.
The disciples in the square