Changping Prefecture Yamen.
Yuan Wenrui, wrapped in a large cloak, stood in the rear courtyard, gazing at the northern sky over the city.
The variegated Five-Colored Thunderclouds, the Wind and Fire that swept across the heavens, the pitch-black and profound Hell, the divine figure radiating golden light...
"Who is it?" Yuan Wenrui asked. "Is it the Xuanwei Divine Sect and the Spirit Court?"
Behind him stood two middle-aged men.
A middle-aged man in black robes said, "My wife just went to take a look, but the perimeter of Golden Wind Hall is sealed by a Restriction. She couldn't get in. All she could see were Fierce Ghosts wailing inside. The scene was chaotic and she couldn't get a clear view."
Another middle-aged man, this one in blue, said, "Rest assured, Prefectural Magistrate. The Golden Wind Divine King's Magical Power is profound. The experts from the Xuanwei Divine Sect and the Spirit Court can't even make it to Jiangnan; they would be no match for the Divine King."
