<h4>Chapter 1572: Chapter 1572: Breaking the Sky</h4><h4></h4>


    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 enor Wood and Harry River remained.


    "How long has it been?" enor asked, ncing 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 calctions, 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 divinationmunity hung in the bnce!


    enor Wood’s methods, Harry River had witnessed first-hand.


    Wiping out those fortune-tellers was all too easy.


    "Experience?" enor picked up the teacup, poured herself a cup, and filled Harry’s, "Can you talk about Saint Master’s body with experience?"


    "True enough." Harry took the cup absentmindedly and sipped from it.


    Poof!


    A mouthful of hot tea sprayed out!


    "Hot!" Harry stuck out his tongue, fanning it with his hand repeatedly.


    The usually calm king of the divination world was inexplicably flustered now.


    "Your heart is already in chaos." enor gently blew on her hot tea, "That’s not good."


    "This is the demise of our divinationmunity! If your entire family was wiped out, I wouldn’t believe you’d be thisposed!" Harry stood up, pacing anxiously.


    "He did wipe out my family." enor was taken aback, spread her hands, and said, "It’s just me and a servant left."


    The massacre of the Medicine King Valley still weighed heavily on Zain Ellsworth.


    "Really?" Harry was stunned.


    He turned around, shuffled the deck quickly, and began his calctions.


    Three minutester.


    Harry’s eyes widened, "You can endure that?"


    "Endured it." enor nodded.


    "It’s over!" Harry wanted to calcte the future of the divinationmunity but was drained physically and dared not.


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    "You’re definitely going to take revenge! You’re definitely going to kill him!" Harry suddenly asked, "After you take your revenge, will you still help him deal with our divinationmunity?"


    "A conflict?" enor smiled as she spoke.


    Outside the window.


    Snowkes danced in the air.


    The north wind howled!


    Inside the house, it was warm and cozy.


    "Do you have any wine?"


    Suddenly.


    Julius Reed spoke up.


    "You know me?" enor immediately went over, whispering nervously.


    He was tense!


    Harry was even more tense!


    "I know you." Julius Reed nodded.


    But before enor could rx, a voice whispered in his ear, "Aren’t you Devlin?"


    "Nonsense." Harry slumped back in his chair, muttering repeatedly, "It’s over."


    "Devlin didn’t deceive me." enor turned and pushed the door open, instructing Zain Ellsworth outside, "Get the best wine."


    "Is the Saint Master dead?" Zain Ellsworth was somewhat expectant.


    The massacre of the Medicine King Valley was a deep-seated vendetta!


    "Soon." enor replied nonchntly.


    "Great!" Zain Ellsworth stomped his foot, his face beaming with delight, "I’ll get the best wine."


    With that, he left, humming a tune.


    "Is there a traitor?" enor closed the door and walked back to Julius Reed.


    "Do you remember the photo in Quillermo Ridge’s hand?" Julius Reed did not directly answer but responded with a question, "When we first came to the Town, we encountered a group of people holding that photo."


    "I remember." enor pulled over a chair, sitting beside Julius Reed, "I also remember you saying there was a traitor."


    "Exactly. It was a very recent photo, and the traitor is among us." Julius Reed stretched his muscles and twisted his neck.


    "Before we discuss that, have your memories returned?" enor was uncertain if Julius Reed had any problems.


    Under Reviving Needle, the poisoned would surely be foolish!


    Even he was powerless to reverse it!


    This technique only poisons, without an antidote.


    It’s the most vicious technique within Sealing Pulse!


    enor rarely used it.


    "It’s not important." Julius Reed lifted his head, looking at enor, "This was such a great opportunity, you should have killed me."


    "That wouldn’t be interesting." enor smiled, "Underhanded tactics aren’t my style."


    "So you lost to Devlin back then." Julius Reed stood up, rubbing his head.


    "I’ve thought it over. When that photo was taken, the only people around me were from the Young Family. If it wasn’t Ambrose Young, then it was Gabriel Young."


    "Gabriel Young is infatuated with you, you might as well grab Ambrose Young." enor looked at Harry, "Or should we let him try to calcte it?"


    "No." Before Harry could speak, Julius Reed exined, "Divination is the Heavenly Dao. Even he can only predict some things, not calcte them with 100% uracy."


    "That’s true." Harry nodded.


    "Under Reviving Needle, my mind has quite cleared." Julius Reed looked at Harry, "I’ve always been curious, why did you leave back then?"


    "Can I not answer?" Harry hesitated momentarily, his face full of bitterness.


    "You can. But I will kill you." Julius Reed walked over with extreme assertiveness, staring into Harry’s eyes, "That doesn’t sound like something the king of the divination world would say."


    Silence.


    enor did not speak.


    Because he was equally curious.


    What could make someone, at their peak, retire so quickly, and leave no trace?


    Living a life akin to a beggar.


    What was the reason?


    "Back then, Emperor’s warrior, Sutton, found me." Harry hesitated briefly before deciding to speak, "Sutton wanted me to help him find something."


    "Breaking Heaven?" Julius Reed asked with a smile.


    "How did you know?" Harry stood up immediately, astonishment in his voice, "There’s no way you could know about this!"


    "Sutton wanted you to help him find the Breaking Heaven Sword. You realized the other party was unusual and began investigating. Eventually, you found the Undead Tribe. The deeper you investigated, the more terrified you became!"


    "Back then at the Dragon Tavern, when you saw Caelum Danvers raise a hidden weapon box at you, you feigned surprise. You weren’t surprised that someone was possibly immortal, but you were terribly afraid! You thought the Undead Tribe had discovered you and wanted to silence you!"


    "You ran away! Because you calcted the position of the Breaking Heaven, and you uncovered the Undead Tribe’s conspiracy! You coveted the Breaking Heaven, and you hid it away!"


    Near the end, Harry’s body was trembling.


    "You made a fake one, letting Sutton take it. Jesse River, tell me. Where is Breaking Heaven?"


    Julius Reed leaned in closer to Harry’s face.


    "I promise to keep you safe, to grant you wealth and honor."


    The room once again fell into silence.


    "First tell me, how do you know all this?" Harry, on the contrary, regained some calmness.


    The situation had reached this point, beyond salvation.


    "Back then, I investigated you." Julius Reed pointed to his own head, "It’s just that I only remembered now. Also, your master died suddenly not because he dared to calcte me, but because he became Sutton’sckey."


    "Now, I’ll tell you something." Harry stood up, leaned close to Julius Reed’s ear.


    Whispered softly.


    "Really?" Julius Reed squinted, his eyes filled with coldness.


    "No one can predict my actions," Harry walked to the wall, drawing a circle on the Town map.


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