"Is the plan still going smoothly?"
Feather Song asked with a worried expression. Although she had just confirmed the situation with several familiar players who had been ordered to retreat, everyone only knew the very small part they were responsible for. Apart from Motan himself, many people in the teams that had arrived in the designated areas the night before didn't even know what they had actually done. Mostly, they monitored an area for a certain amount of time, caught a glimpse of Her Highness the Saintess during a move, or were ordered to scatter a few pounds of revitalizing powder in a certain place. So, the information she could provide Feather Song was indeed very limited.
It took Motan more than ten seconds to slowly nod, "Up to now, it's okay."
Feather Song let out a sigh of relief and then looked somewhat hesitantly at Motan, who seemed to be meditating. She always felt that although he just said "it's okay," those words seemed not to include himself.
