Feng Nian took a few steps forward, then vanished from everyone's sight.
Several guards who had been forced to their knees by the pressure got up and circulated divine power to heal their injured bodies.
One guard muttered resentfully, "Hall Master Feng really went too far. He didn't care whether we lived or died, just releasing his pressure whenever he pleased."
The people beside him were horrified and hurriedly covered his mouth.
"Shh! Do you have a death wish? You actually dared to talk about Hall Master Feng behind his back! Don't you know Hall Master Feng is the most vicious? So many people who offended him were quietly done to death!"
"And you still dared to respond?"
"Say less. Hurry and bring this guy to Hall Master Feng's pharmacy to report in, lest the longer the night drags on, the more trouble it brings."
The guards brought Jiang Ping An into the white palace.
A mingled scent of various medicinal herbs flooded his nostrils. It was not especially unpleasant, yet it carried an indescribably fishy sweetness that left him faintly uncomfortable.
The palace interior was incomparably vast, its vaulted ceiling soaring into the clouds. Sunlight streamed through crystal-inlaid skylights, casting mottled patches of light and shadow across the floor.
Feng Nian's publicly known pharmacy was on the highest floor of the palace.
The group arrived at the top floor and pushed open the heavy hall doors.
What came into view were rows upon rows of specially made black cages, covered in dense restriction runes that gleamed with a cold, ghostly light.
Cries rose and fell from within the cages, shrill and frenzied.
"Give me medicine! Hurry, give me medicine!"
"Save me! I want to leave this place! Please, save me!"
"Hahaha... It hurts so much... I want to die!