Cheng Qiao is an S-class Sentinel, belonging to the ranks of advanced Sentinels. His mental sea is wider than that of ordinary Sentinels, making him more difficult to suppress.

However, Li Ze did not refuse. After taking a nap, his consciousness had recovered somewhat, and dealing with an S-level spiritual sea was not difficult for him.

Without a word, Li Ze's divine sense swept through Cheng Qiao's mental barrier as if it were empty, rushing into his mental sea. In the blink of an eye, a pair of invisible hands gathered the contents together, rolling and pressing them. Countless chaotic, differently colored strands of spirit flew out from the gaps in the hands, returning to various corners of the mental sea—

In the end, nothing was left of those large hands. And the once chaotic and restless sea of ​​consciousness became quiet, like a dead land.

Cheng Qiao was stunned. This was a silence he had never felt before—a stillness, tranquility, serenity, calmness...

It felt like there was nothing there, only an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

He felt so comfortable that he wanted to lie down, close his eyes, and take a nap. He figured it must be because he hadn't had enough rest while working on the missing sentinel case.

"Captain, the whole process took less than two minutes," the officer reminded his drowsy captain.

Cheng Qiao jolted awake, becoming much more alert, and asked incredulously, "How much time?"

"One minute and forty-three seconds," the police officer accurately reported the number.

Cheng Qiao was starting to doubt his life choices. He knew that the shortest counseling sessions he'd ever had took were two or three hours. He smiled ingratiatingly, "How about Li Ze goes a little further and helps my two teammates relax too?"

This time, it's his turn to keep time.

Li Ze nodded. Both officers were at the B-level, making it easier to deal with their mental issues, so he decided to proceed simultaneously.

When the two officers' expressions changed, Cheng Qiao immediately pressed the timer.

"Alright." Li Ze withdrew his divine sense.

Cheng Qiao pressed pause and looked at the numbers on the personal terminal: "Fifty-three seconds."