Guo Xiang narrowed his eyes. The Grand Fate Disc floated horizontally before him, spinning as his mana drove it, simulating strand after strand of vital force.
Before his eyes, the entire Momentum Configuration City had become a strange thing woven from colors, two-thirds of it black lines.
Even someone as formidable as Fourth Rank Guo Xiang could only analyze one-third of the vital force within this ruined Momentum Configuration City.
Guo Xiang saw Li Qingxian slowly circling the table, both hands continuously releasing mana to remove one added extraneous strand of vital force after another.
After a quarter of an hour, fine white mist suddenly rose from Liu Laohu's head, drifting upward as his face gradually reddened.
After half an hour, steam roiled above the heads of five people, like clouds and fog.
After three-quarters of an hour, more than half of them were red-faced, steaming from the head and sweating from the brow.
The second floor of the entire Fate Arts Teahouse had turned into a steamed-bun shop.
After half an hour, Liu Laohu, who had only recently advanced to Middle Rank, shook his head, put away the Fate Disk in his hand, walked to a corner of the teahouse, and sat cross-legged to focus his mind and restore his energy and mana.
One Fate Arts Master after another stopped their deductions and went over near Liu Laohu, directing their thoughts into their Spirit Platforms to restore their energy.
As soon as an hour had passed, Liu Laohu opened his eyes and looked toward Li Qingxian.
Li Qingxian was still walking around the table at an unhurried pace. Sweat had soaked a dark patch into the robe on his back, and a few beads of sweat had emerged on his forehead, yet there was no steam whatsoever above his