Two days later, Wenren Sheng learned of Luo Bo's current situation.
He could not help questioning Little Illusion, "You knew his mother had passed away, yet you still manifested his mother for him. That's a very bad thing to do."
"Uh, Master, you've wronged me," Little Illusion said with great grievance. "That wasn't my idea at all. It was their own wish. I merely made the deepest desires in their subconscious come true. I didn't manifest a mother for him."
"Oh, so that's how it was."
Wenren Sheng thought it over. She probably had not lied. No wonder Ouyang Tian could not pull himself out—it was what he himself wanted.
Many deceptions were obvious, but the people involved were willing to believe them. No matter how others tried to persuade them, it was useless.
Still, when they discovered that what they had wanted was fake, they would surely collapse.
But then again, was life itself real?
Who was not merely a passing traveler in this world, hurrying through? Did anyone truly think they could leave behind some mark? After the passage of years, everything vanished without a trace. So during one's limited days, one's own comfort and happiness were what truly mattered.
From that perspective, Little Illusion had actually helped Luo Bo and Ouyang Tian.
"Forget it. Play however you want, just don't forget what I told you to do." Wenren Sheng decided not to interfere for the time being.
If he forbade Little Illusion from doing this, the Seed of Illusion would be unable to grow stronger.
And if it could not grow stronger, it would naturally find another master.
The Seed of Illusion was not the Seed of Mystery. The Seed of Mystery could only bind itself to him, so it had always been very obedient, like an