The third floor of the tower.
The spacious room was rather quiet. Hong Yuan had been gone for some time, while the three professors sat in silence.
Vera frowned deeply, her heavily shadowed eyes narrowed. One finger tapped the tabletop intermittently, as though she were pondering something.
Morick was considerably more relaxed. A book lay open before him, and he read it closely while sipping tea.
Compared with those two, Harold looked rather ill at ease. He had been comfortable enough with Hong Yuan present, but now he sat bolt upright like a schoolboy, both hands on his knees.
Although they were all professors, Harold fell far short of Vera and Morick not only in seniority, but also in status and strength.
Harold was merely an ordinary professor at the High Tower Institute, whereas Vera also served as deputy dean, and Morick headed the special affairs department.
As for strength, Harold had only just become a middle-tier Resonance Master. The other two were veteran Upper Resonance Masters.
There were two major requirements for becoming a Weaver.
Crystallizing mental power.
Fusing string types.
Though neither had accomplished them yet, both had spent many years researching and cultivating in those areas. There was no telling when they might advance to the Weaver level.
Harold stole a sideways glance at them. Feeling uncomfortable all over, he finally stood and bowed to both. "Since there's nothing wrong with Rosha, I'll take my leave."
With that, he started toward the door.
"Wait." Vera stopped him.
Harold stiffened and looked over.
Still tapping the tabletop, Vera sighed. "One month—to be precise, a little over a month. In that tiny span since his awakening, he's grown strong enough to kill three Advanced Awakened in an instant, and even intervene in your battle against the True God's Strings