The sky was fully bright.
In Luoyang City, at the Magistrate's government office.
The top officials of Luoyang—including the Magistrate, the Deputy Magistrate, the Judge, the Commander—all the most prominent among the city's officialdom, had already converged here early.
But at this moment, none had the mind to speak.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely grave, the faces of the officials were so cold it seemed as if ice could chip off, and even the air appeared to have solidified into stone.
The reason was simple.
The Zhou Clan members of the Yifan sect who had set off to Beimang Mountain early yesterday morning for ancestral worship had not returned by the time Luoyang's city gates were locked at night.
It is important to recall that from the contemporary Luoyang King Zhou Wenye, down to any breathing side branch members, even the one with the lowest rank was a Captain of Serving Country.
