Xia Sibo couldn't understand why Xu Yi had to do this, but he knew a storm was about to break over the Underworld Court!
Xu Yi had openly visited the Long residence. He hadn't even met Long Wenzhang before a troop of soldiers surrounded him on all sides.
In less than half an hour, the thunderous boom of the Scorching Thunder Drum once again resounded throughout Fengdu City.
Hearing the drum, Xia Sibo opened the doors and windows of his study and murmured, "In the past hundred years, the Scorching Thunder Drum has sounded only twice, and both times it was because of one Lei Chiyan. A man of the extraordinary is indeed fated for the extraordinary. I hope you can weather this tribulation safely."
"Hurry up, hurry up! Five Dragon Soaring Chairs, six Phoenix Peace Chairs, four Jade Qilin Chairs, twenty-seven Tiger Wing Chairs..."
As soon as Yan Fengyan, the Palace Front Envoy of Cloudy Mist Hall, finished speaking, Zhang Yong'an, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites' Internal Affairs Office, swayed twice. His vision went black, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Yan, what did you say? Say it again. How many Dragon Soaring Chairs?"
Yan Fengyan was quite pleased with Zhang Yong'an's astonishment. In truth, when he had first heard the news, he'd been stunned too.
Though Fengdu City was an important stronghold of the Underworld Court, only two of its many departments were stationed there. Ordinarily, the highest-ranking officials to visit were Commanders. At most, a Nether Lord might pay a visit; Underworld Lords and Regent Elders rarely came.
The last time he'd been fortunate enough to see the Western Underworld Lord had been three years ago.
But now, powerful figures were gathering in droves, and important officials were arriving in force. Though