Eunuch Jin nodded slightly, "Confirmed, let's begin."
The old man took a deep breath, said no more, and pressed his right palm onto the table.
The seemingly ordinary wooden table began to tremble, its surface peeling off, revealing complex etched patterns inside.
As the old man continuously injected Primordial Qi, a faint golden light gradually brightened, tracing along the patterns, an invisible wave surged out.
It seemed as if nothing had happened, but Chen Mo could vaguely feel an unseen thin membrane enclosing the entire building, isolating it from the outside; the whole Heavenly Armory became a completely independent space.
The old man's right hand never left the tabletop, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, seeming somewhat fatigued, and said, "There's a restriction on Divine Skills within the Imperial Palace, I can only maintain this for fifteen minutes, during which no one can know what happens here."
"Whatever needs to be done, do it quickly."
"Alright."
