Jiang Xinyu watched Wang Lan, who was sitting cross-legged, without blinking, her eyes brimming with curiosity. Suddenly, Wang Lan's hands danced in the air, conjuring a bright wheel in front of him, and he brought his palms together in front of his chest to form a seal.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha—"
A Swastika Gold Seal instantly appeared in front of Wang Lan's chest, slowly rotating. In an instant, myriad beams of golden light burst from Wang Lan, piercing through the walls and lighting up the entire hotel.
Yu Ruoyun, bored and switching through television channels next door, felt incredibly restless due to the anxiety of having questions that remained unanswered.
All of a sudden, myriad beams of golden light shone through the walls and engulfed Yu Ruoyun. She quickly stood up, opened her door, and went next door.
"Xinyu, Wang Lan, are you guys okay?"
