Motan immediately asked at high speed, "So in the end, what happened...?"
"Wait a second."
Xia Lian shook her head, interrupting him, and then took out a glittering scroll from her pocket, into which she infused a little magic power.
The next second, several invisible strands of divine power spread out, sealing the entire prayer room tightly within moments, isolating all kinds of breath inside.
Clearly, this was a kind of divine arts scroll with barrier-like properties, one that could block eavesdropping and perception.
"Don't be nervous, I just wanted to take this opportunity to have you clarify things."
Xia Lian smiled at Motan, who seemed slightly confused, and plopped down into the chair opposite him with a shrug. "Although I don't know the specifics, judging by your behavior during the past period, it seems like it's not something suitable for most people to know."
