Elsewhere in the Heavenly Court.
Lord God of Wealth Hall.
Within the incense burners before the hall, the scene was equally flourishing.
Yet unlike the "downpour" at the Plague Department, things were relatively sparse here at Lord God of Wealth Hall—though only compared to the Plague Department as it now stood. Compared with the hall's previous Incense Fire, this was already a raging storm!
After all, as one of the three main halls of the God Temple, with Lu Chen deliberately arranging staff to guide the worshippers, how could Lord God of Wealth's Incense Fire possibly be weak this time?
At this moment, several divine attendants stood at the hall entrance, their eyes wide and their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.
"Th-this... is this really our Lord God of Wealth Hall?"
The divine attendants rubbed their eyes, all thinking they were seeing things.
It had clearly been steady and normal just a moment ago, yet in the next, Incense Fire had descended from the heavens as though it cost nothing.
"My lord! My lord! Come out and look! The Incense Fire... the Incense Fire is overflowing! The entire front of the hall is about to be flooded!"
One red-robed divine attendant scrambled and rolled into the hall to report.
To his surprise, the hall doors suddenly shut, leaving the attendant with his nose pressed against the door.
"Eh? What is wrong with my lord?"
Such wonderful news—why was he not only not delighted, but locking himself inside instead?
The divine attendants looked at one another, thoroughly bewildered.
Inside the hall, Lord God of Wealth sat upon a cloud dais, gazing through the doors and windows at the Incense Fire tide outside, like a raging storm.
There was no joy on His face, no excitement—only deep solemnity.
"Zhao Gongming..."