Ye Fei paid no heed to Zhou Weisheng, knowing well a person of his sort had no shortage of means to control others.
His face bore a smile that was not quite a smile as he looked at Zhou Weisheng and said, "Truly, you think you have it all in the bag?"
"You're seeking death!" Zhou Weisheng's face suddenly shifted.
Spiritual Energy surged wildly in his hands; the grey turtle shell barrier was fully activated, its surface coated with a layer of seven-colored mist that gave it an ethereal, dreamlike appearance.
A massive spread of the Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma suddenly emanated, visibly filling the entire manor.
Everybody's faces turned to terror as they quickly knelt on the ground, their heads knocking ceaselessly on the floor as they begged for mercy.
"Palace Master Zhou, this has nothing to do with us!"
"All of this... all of this is Ye Fei's doing. He deserves to die for his crimes, but we are innocent..."
