Prefectural Office, main hall.
The atmosphere had frozen solid, swords drawn and bows bent.
Outside the main hall, Silver Badge Constables had already gathered one after another, fierce auras radiating from them. At the slightest disagreement, they seemed ready to smash through the doors.
Inside the room, Wei Bo narrowed his eyes as he looked at the two men below.
The aura of peak Bone Transformation spread forth.
His gaze swept past Fang Tiankui, whose hair stood on end in fury, before settling on Ouyang Bing, whose face was as dark as still water.
Ouyang Bing's brows were drawn tight. A fierce pressure radiated from him as well, even suppressing Fang Tiankui beside him by a measure. He was like a spring compressed to its limit, ready to explode at any moment.
The three formidable auras clashed against one another. In the end, Ouyang Bing's aura dispersed.
Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on Wei Bo's face.
He understood that this old friend had backed down once more. What had happened decades ago had long since shattered his spirit, grinding away his edges until his sharpness was spent. So long as the Seven Forms Sect was not driven to its final moment, he would never make any response.
"Sect Master Ouyang..."
Seeing this, Fang Tiankui clenched his fists and looked toward Ouyang Bing.
Yet the latter merely shook his head slightly. After tossing a single sentence toward Wei Bo, his figure vanished from the hall.
"I will make up the remaining tax silver within seven days..."
"Sect Master Ouyang truly understands the bigger picture. He is indeed a pillar of Wanhua City."
Wei Bo's smile deepened as his gaze fell upon Fang Tiankui's livid face.
"And what about you, Patriarch Fang? Do you have any objections?"
"Hmph. I will make