Thick spider silk struck the two men, exploding with a bang into a web that enveloped them both.
Ye Han cried urgently, "You said I wouldn't be affected by the Grim-Faced Spider King!"
The thin envoy smiled and muttered to himself, "As expected of those old geezers from Heaven's Mandate Sect—the Grim-Faced Spider King truly is powerful. But for Senior Brother's sake, so what if I'm afflicted by the Eerie? You..."
The thin envoy suddenly looked at Ye Han and saw bursts of light flashing all over his body—green, red, black—like a rainbow poured into a cup and gently swirled together, blending into a riot of colors that flowed across his skin.
"You're actually from Heaven's Mandate Sect? I... what happened to me?" Ye Han suppressed his panic and examined his body.
"As expected of Li Qingxian. He must have sensed something, so he used all sorts of Fate Arts on himself beforehand, including some sinister, vicious Evil Fate Arts. Pray for your own luck..."
"Heaven's Mandate Sect really is finding every possible way to harm me!" Ye Han glared furiously at the thin envoy.
"It doesn't matter..." The thin envoy's eyes were utterly indifferent.
The two men, along with everyone in Ye Han's household, vanished completely.
Inside the inn.
Liu Yitian, Xu Fang, and Wang Shoude each stood within a mass of white webbing, as though surrounded by three leaky white eggshells.
"What is this thing?"
"Divine Capital really is dangerous."
"Master, you don't know either?"
"I'm not from Divine Capital. How would I know? Could this be some local specialty? Wait, that sounded like Marquis Li..."
"Heaven's Mandate Sect, you released the Grim-Faced Spider King in Divine Capital to ambush the Night Guard and the children of meritorious nobles. May you die without a good end!"
"What does