Wenren Sheng's home.
"Teacher, I'm sorry. I didn't catch that villain," Zhao Han said to Wenren Sheng guiltily.
The thought that the Demon would go on to harm many innocent people made her feel it was her fault.
If she had been able to make the Seed of Narration find that guy's trail right away, he would not have escaped.
"It's fine. This isn't your fault. After all, you're not me. It's impossible to do everything perfectly," Wenren Sheng said, always finding unique ways to comfort people.
Ouyang Tian, standing nearby, had nothing to say. His cousin's condition was getting worse and worse, yet there was no way to bring it up.
"Mm, I want to train harder. I want to add one more accelerated cultivation session every week. My strength is still far from enough," Zhao Han carefully made her request.
"Sure. I've been practicing all kinds of mysterious skills lately too. As long as your body and mind can take it, come along," Wenren Sheng agreed after a moment's thought.
Ouyang Tian also wanted to attend one more training session each week, so he immediately called Liu Tian and invited her to come with him. However, she said she could not adapt to this cultivation method.
He could only give up.
Of course, he did not know that Liu Tian had been born from his fantasies and had developed independent thoughts after coming into being.
However, Liu Tian and he still shared the same brain in essence. If he participated in this illusion-based acceleration too often, there would be only one outcome—brain overload, followed by madness or loss of control.
After hanging up, he could only explain to Wenren Sheng, "It can't be helped. She's the delicate type. I can only keep up the regular weekly training."
"Cousin,