Time ticked away, second by second.
The room was as silent as the grave.
Not a sound could be heard.
The women had been taken to another room.
Beside Julius Reed, only Elaenor Wood and Harry River remained.
"How long has it been?" Elaenor asked, glancing at her watch and answering her own question, "It's been half an hour."
"Half an hour isn't much."
Harry River repeatedly went over his calculations, trying to remain calm, but his hands were already shaking.
His head was also covered in sweat.
"Based on your experience, how long does it take for someone to wake up in this kind of situation?" he asked aloud.
The survival of the divination community hung in the balance!
Elaenor Wood's methods, Harry River had witnessed first-hand.
Wiping out those fortune-tellers was all too easy.
"Experience?" Elaenor picked up the teacup, poured herself a cup, and filled Harry's, "Can you talk about Saint Master's body with experience?"
