After the Winter Festival, the weather in the capital area did not become better. Dark clouds crowded there all the time, and the days seemed like evenings. Sometimes snow would fall heavily, making the roads hard to pass.
Many guardian deities in the imperial court and the national guard temple were wind deities and wind masters. The many powerful aces quickly used their abilities to forcefully change the weather in the capital, but they could only sustain for half a day. Before long, the weather returned to its natural state, droplets of water became ice, and currents of cold wind surged around.
In the South Star Hall, Xu Jingxu took up the lot casting bamboo cylinder. He channeled the spirits and focused himself on shaking it. Suddenly, with a plak, one of the bamboo lots flew out and dropped on the floor.
Looking over there, Xu Jingxu stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with fear.
The worst fortune, the sign of the end of days!
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