Wenren Sheng naturally saw through his student's thoughts.
"Do you want to correct Little Illusion's way of thinking?"
"Yes, Teacher." Zhao Han did not hide what she was thinking.
"Very well, then go look after her for a while." Wenren Sheng smiled pleasantly.
Like a kind old father, making Zhao Han's back turn cold.
She knew her teacher was known as "Forever Eighteen." Whenever he wore that expression, he was definitely setting her up.
But she was not afraid.
In the endless void.
Within some world, Little Illusion stood in a desolate wilderness.
Her eyes shone with curiosity and longing for the unknown world.
Though she had grown tired of playing in many places, every time she arrived somewhere new, she was always happy.
Beneath her feet lay unfamiliar land. This was a New World, filled with limitless possibilities.
Yet for Zhao Han, who had only just arrived, behind the novelty and adventure of this world lay the endless pain and challenges of raising a child.
Little Illusion began running excitedly across the wilderness.
Her figure swayed in the wind like a free bird.
Every step she took shook the world.
Her laughter echoed through the empty heavens and earth.
Every peal of laughter split the world like thunder.
Her eyes were full of the desire to explore this world.
Zhao Han followed close behind.
"I say, Little Illusion, can't you restrain your power a little?"
"Why? There's no one here."
Zhao Han's eyes held a trace of helplessness and anxiety.
She knew Little Illusion's curiosity would lead this world into one unknown adventure after another.
But she also knew that even if the two of them had never appeared, this world's unknowns and dangers would still exist.
Night fell, and Little Illusion and Zhao Han set up a