The lecture over there was still going on.
In the medium-sized mansion that was used as the base for the Intuition School, Harrison Clark's body had already left, but his spirit remained here, inspiring and motivating everyone who stayed, using their misunderstood and ridiculed ways to put in their own efforts.
In fact, when they were mocked as useless people, every member of the Intuition School wasn't really devoid of emotional fluctuations.
But they chose this path.
With just less than a year, they did not plan to turn back.
They hoped that anyone in the field could present useful results before the decisive battle day.
Even just one.
At least this would prove that the efforts of thousands of others were not really pointless, but just unfortunately unsuccessful.
They had more than one regret.
Today, they finally invited everyone's spiritual leader.
