"What's going on?"
"Why hasn't the Compass stopped yet?"
The eighteen thieves of Yunshan looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.
According to habit, the needle on the Compass should have stopped quickly.
Even when facing the pursuit of the forces under the Prince of the Northern Town, it usually stopped after just a dozen breaths at most.
But now?
It had been spinning for nearly half an hour?
Had it not been for their previous experience with the miraculous nature of the Bronze Compass, the eighteen thieves of Yunshan probably would have grown impatient by now.
"Let's wait a bit longer."
Exercising patience, the eighteen thieves of Yunshan continued to wait.
Another half an hour passed.
The Bronze Compass in front of the eighteen people, with its copper needle suspended in the central position,
was still rotating rapidly.
"Is there a problem with the Compass?"
The burly leader stood up, scrutinizing the Bronze Compass closely.
"Compass, oh Compass."
