At the same time, when Feng Xiyan was praying, the antique mirror on Bai Hanyun's bedside table began to glow.
Shielding her eyes from the sudden light, Bai Hanyun asked with a hint of annoyance, "Can you give me a warning before you try to blind me?"
Right then, Feng Xiyan's voice echoed in her bedroom.
"Xiyan thanks Heaven for the blessings bestowed upon the Feng Army and the citizens of Xiqiang City. I know that asking for more is presumptuous, but the city wall was damaged during the last war against the Yuezhi Tribe and urgently needs repair."
"Therefore, Xiyan begs Heaven to grant us quicklime to restore the wall. In return, I shall build a temple to offer my prayers and devote myself to protecting it."
When the final words faded, the blinding light slowly dissipated.
Sitting on the bed, Bai Hanyun looked at the antique mirror thoughtfully. After a few seconds of thought, she narrowed her eyes and asked, "Was that Feng Xiyan's prayer to you?"
