"What's going on downstairs?"
"What half a minute?"
Motan and Ji Xiaoge widened their eyes simultaneously, looking around the empty room with a trace of dread, feeling a slight disorientation.
"It means..."
The voice, always delayed by a few seconds, sounded hurried as it explained again, "Quickly put the gemstone into that slot, then press down. That way, the self-destructive defense measures downstairs will activate. If all goes well, forty-seven high-level magic spells should rain down and wipe out those bone thieves."
Motan nodded, took the gemstone from a still-dazed Ji Xiaoge, and stuffed it into the slot on the floor in front of him, pressing it hard.
Half a minute quickly passed, but the surroundings remained unchanged, with the air still silent.
"Eh? Is that it?"
Ji Xiaoge scratched her head in confusion, blinking and asking suspiciously, "Why do I feel like nothing happened?"
