However, just as he brimmed with self-assured confidence,
the next second...
Whish!
The figure waved their hand, and a purple gauze curtain made of silk slowly descended, separating the two of them.
After that, as if feeling this was still not secure enough, they waved their hand again and a much thicker curtain fell down, completely concealing the two.
No longer able to see the other person.
"???"
Yuan Heng's face was full of confusion, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening, just standing there stunned.
This... what does this mean?
Shouldn't the convent leader be eager to see me? Why draw the curtain?
He stared wide-eyed, somewhat disoriented, as an indifferent voice came from behind the curtain.
"The convent leader has lately been slightly affected by a chill, feeling somewhat disfigured... no! Dizzy, and it's not suitable for me to see visitors; you had better take a few steps back."
"So that's what's going on..."
