"Secret?"
Duan Xiu paused his thoughts in his mind, looking at Yi Lin. He was indeed curious about what secret this person knew of the High Priest.
Then he looked at Duan Yun and said, "You may leave first."
"Yes."
Duan Yun nodded, turned, and left the large tent. Only then did Duan Xiu look at Yi Lin and say, "Speak."
Yi Lin simply took out a sheepskin scroll from her bosom, respectfully presenting it, saying, "Please take a look, Priest Duan."
Duan Xiu casually took it, looking at the various structures written on it, slightly raised an eyebrow, saying, "Guns and cannons? Are you trying to tell me you've stolen the tribe's secrets?"
Speak.
A pressure was released, grinding towards Yi Lin.
Yi Lin was pressed by the overwhelming pressure, and with a 'bang,' knelt to the ground.
Yi Lin's expression changed in shock, no longer feigning mystery, she hurriedly said, "This is not stealing, in that place of ours, anyone with a bit of influence can obtain it."
