Obstruction

The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent. Not even a crow cawed.

They had been shocked by that term.

Seeing everyone remain silent, the mayor leading them grew anxious.

This was because, during the rescue, the mayor of Gwangju City had gotten some of the green water on his left hand. Though he had immediately made the painful decision to amputate, ordering soldiers to shoot off his arm and thus saving his life, he was still lying in the hospital.

As a result, the bizarre disaster now before them had been entirely dumped onto him, the mayor of a neighboring city.

If something happened to Yongin City as well, he would become a sinner for all eternity. He likely would not even have any hope of surviving.

So he looked at the crowd and hurriedly said, "Esteemed mages, Gwangju City is Seoul's gateway. Nothing must happen there. Please, think of a solution!"

"On behalf of the government, I offer a reward of ten billion won to any mage who can resolve the current crisis!"

The people, who had already begun to consider backing out, instantly had a fiery gleam in their eyes. Ten billion won was nearly ten million dollars—enough to buy a life.

Moreover, based on what the five people before them had said, there still seemed to be a chance of turning things around.

"Master Ren, does the 'Yellow Springs' you mentioned refer to something like the underworld?" A Korean exorcist looked toward the person who had spoken earlier.

"It was merely a wild guess. Don't take it too seriously; it still requires careful study." The middle-aged man surnamed Ren waved his hand, signaling them not to dwell on it. He was Asian.

He knew quite a bit about the culture surrounding such matters.