The Governor

"Three hours and twenty minutes." Ye Qingxuan sat in an open air seat of the café across from the school. He stopped his stopwatch. "I’ve already calculated but there’s still a ten minute difference. There’s still room for improvement."

He went through the process again and finally found the problem. Then he picked up the coffee before him and drank it up with a smile. For the first time, he realized the power of the School of Mind.

The power of ‘free transformation" had been imperceptibly and cleverly inserted into the gap between thoughts. The musician could use others as tools to push the matter toward their desired direction. Those involved were often dragged in without realizing. They would not even know why they died.