Harvey York could not be bothered to respond to Amora Foster. He quickly dipped his finger in cinnabar and started drawing on a piece of paper. Then, he burned the paper before dropping it in a cup.

He poured some water into the cup and fed it to the young girl, but she did not wake up like he expected.

He frowned after seeing the sight.

“She’s not awake…?

“Her soul’s still intact though…”

Amora showed more disdain after hearing Harvey muttering to himself.

“I told you! He’s just a con man