Chapter 591: Fools Are Handy, But Not Fit for Great Use

With a knot in his chest, Zane Yale stepped into the aromatic, solemn room, and his heart sank even further. Adriana Whittaker sat with her eyes half-closed. A brown hardwood table lay before her, a scripture opened to a few scattered pages, its dense lines swimming like tadpoles, hard to grasp. Beside the scripture, at some point, an exquisitely carved small wooden temple block had appeared. Adriana opened her eyes, raised the small mallet, and tapped the block three times. The sound was not...