Believers

It was a tricky issue.

At the moment, Schubert's scepter had turned into a seed and was hiding in her consciousness. If the one-legged man dared to do it, even Ye Qingxuan wouldn't let him off, not to mention the Sacred City.

It seemed that they really couldn't do much about it.

Ye Qingxuan sighed and gave a wave of his hand. "It's already midnight. Go get some rest, everyone, no need to keep vigil here."

Soon, the masters all left.

Ye Qingxuan reached out and adjusted the brazier next to the stone bed, making the fire burn more vigorously. The flame burning in the air brought light and illuminated the music theory pages in his hand.

He might as well make good use of the time to study something since he couldn't fall back asleep anyway.

It was just nice that Schubert's scepter had provided him with plenty of inspiration in the earlier half of the night. He already knew what sort of Symphony of Predestination he wanted.