Feather Song blinked curiously, "What do you mean by welcome?"
"That thing, at least high-order pinnacle level, was obliterated without a trace."
Not wanting to hear Feather Song babble on too much, Motan omitted the detail that the oil painting could potentially have a beneficial effect on this task and said casually, "From this, it's clear that the thing outside is definitely not something we can mess with, so I took advantage of its potential limitations to adjust things a bit and make the atmosphere in this big house return to normal."
Feather Song, following closely behind Motan, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "Even though you explained it quite clearly, it all still sounds like nonsense to me."
"It's because I don't like hindsight much, but if you insist, I can talk about things other than nonsense, within the range you can understand."