Wenren Sheng had naturally arrived home early.
But before he could even catch his breath, he saw Little Illusion scampering out to greet him, holding something in both hands.
Not easy. She's finally been raised properly—at least she's no worse than a dog.
Wenren Sheng thought with satisfaction.
"Master, Master, I got a toy, but this thing won't listen to me. It won't let me play with it. Can you help me?" Little Illusion shattered Wenren Sheng's fantasy the moment she opened her mouth.
"Oh, I see." Wenren Sheng felt rather disappointed. So she really can't be raised properly. After all, she has no humanity and won't develop deep feelings just from spending a long time together.
Still, he lowered his head to look. It was a dull gray little ball with no luster to speak of.
Huh, wasn't this the Riddle Little Ball Li Yuanfeng had been guarding?
That honest Anomaly they had captured had confessed that Bro had tricked it away and trapped it. Otherwise, even if it could not win, it could have escaped.
"When did you get this?" Wenren Sheng asked in surprise.
"My Sister gave it to me." Little Illusion said smugly.
"You said it won't listen to you? It won't let you use it?" Wenren Sheng continued.
"Yeah. It does anything my Sister asks, but it just gives me the cold shoulder. What a terrible thing." Little Illusion was deeply annoyed.
"It has pretty good judgment, then..." Wenren Sheng added another jab.
Little Illusion immediately drooped her head, too dispirited even to argue back.
"Let me see." Wenren Sheng took the grayish-white ball from her hands.
At that moment, waves of light emerged from the ball again, and it began to speak. "Ah, I see a wise soul, one so perfectly compatible with me.