"Alright."
After glancing up at the sun overhead, the Sagittarius Director pulled out a small copper gong from somewhere and gently tapped it twice with his palm.
"Time's up, everyone stop!"
Accompanied by the deep, soul-piercing gong sound, over forty cleaners, lost in secret techniques, suddenly jolted, unable to maintain the continuous compression of their inner selves, and withdrew from their focused state.
As their original state was broken, the cleaners were surprised to find that the ordinary sand grain in their hands, though it appeared unchanged, felt drastically different when overlapped with their 'inner selves', almost like it had an altered identity.
"Now, it's time to assess your learning progress."
Frowning at the sand in Leon's hand, considering his extraordinary talent shared among the five palaces, the Sagittarius Director hesitated for a moment before raising his hand and waving to the cleaner furthest away from him.
