After a while, it seemed that the wind from the sea blew through the middle of the altar, lifting Su Muyao's hair.
Su Muyao held her breath, waiting with her heart in her throat, eyes unblinking, fearing something might go wrong.
Even the system dared not speak recklessly at this moment.
Even the system couldn't understand the High Priest's terminology, but it understood the last sentence.
Under the High Priest's controlled power, the Soul Gathering Lamp slowly rose, spun for a while, and seemed about to ignite the flame, but suddenly extinguished.
Seeing this scene, Su Muyao turned pale and nearly lost her footing.
It was only Wei Jinmo, by her side, who held her, preventing her from fainting.
Wei Jinmo comforted her, "There won't be any problems. The power of the Soul Gathering Lamp is strong, and the High Priest's power is strong too. Don't worry."
Hearing Wei Jinmo's words, Su Muyao calmed herself.
She wanted to ask something but dared not.
