Knock... knock... knock...
Resounding through the air was a sound akin to a wooden stick striking the ground. Each time it echoed, the breath of several Hundred Households from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau grew heavier.
Fortunately, there was a Deputy Commander from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau who could still uphold the dignity of the Great Zhou's Imperial Astronomical Bureau.
The Deputy Commander from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau watched as ghastly figures emerged slowly through a jagged opening.
His face was taut, and from his mouth, he uttered two words in a grave tone, "Yin Envoys!"
Indeed!
The figures that appeared inside the Fu Clan ancestral hall were indeed those of tall and slender Yin Envoys. Their robes were tattered, yet no one could see the actual bodies underneath the fabric.
Under the equally tattered bamboo hats, they had faces impossible to discern, exuding an eerie and mysterious aura.
