Harvest Time

Li Ziran knew nothing of the undercurrents within the Inquisition. When he emerged from its dim halls, he felt exceptionally refreshed, the gloom that had weighed on his heart for days swept away for no apparent reason. More importantly, he had regained his confidence before Cavis. He no longer needed to wait upon that Holy Knight as though serving some old master.

More importantly, he had gained unrestricted access to Thorn Prison. That was crucial—it meant he could communicate with Wood without any limits.

What troubled him now was Viya. Without a doubt, she was a shadow over his psyche, yet she was currently guiding him down a path of the soul.

Still, everything depended on whether he could sense the rotation of the Spirit World. Just as Viya had said, if he could not even sense the Spirit World turning, then he had no value at all.

He subconsciously looked at the ring on his hand. Jenny, whose facial skin had been stripped away, was still under anesthesia. This girl had brought him the position of deputy warden, but unfortunately, it was useless now.

When he had the time, Li Ziran would give Jenny a piece of facial skin. That would count as a small consolation for this kindness.

If he truly became too busy, then she could only fend for herself and perish on her own.

The Inquisition stood on Tenth Street, in the most rundown district. Though this organization was quite formidable on the Red Soil Continent, it had clearly declined here.

Without some extraordinary opportunity, it would be squeezed out of this place bit by bit by the Dark Council.

That was survival. Nothing more.

As Li Ziran walked back, he caught sight of Snow Woman Lake after half an hour. Unlike its usual desolate stillness,