Ten-Lords Commission.
At the deepest part of the Prison of Confinement, Shuhu, who had once brought calamity upon the Xianzhou, was imprisoned here. Though only remnants remained, the undying nature of an Abundance abomination still demanded strict precautions.
To enter this place, one needed the Xianzhou Marshal's warrant and the Ten-Lords Edict. Otherwise, even Jing Yuan, the Divine Strategist General of the Luofu, had no authority to enter.
As for Bai Heng's frozen grounds, they lay above Shuhu. Many of the Xianzhou's most dangerous prisoners were likewise held here.
But now that the Xianzhou Luofu was in turmoil, security had been reinforced, while those above the Six Excellencies were also permitted to enter and inspect the degree to which the Six-Phased Ice had melted.
At that moment, Bai Heng stood beneath the eaves of the Ten-Lords Commission's main hall, holding a red umbrella.
Honestly, the place really gave off an illusion of cold, cramped darkness, with ghostly shadows swaying all around.
Even in broad daylight, it felt as though something unclean lurked behind those silhouetted screens. It was rather unsettling.
"Why are your legs shaking?"
Before Bai Heng had time to put away her red umbrella, the gaze revealed beneath it was somewhat cold and eerie, while even her voice sounded unusually frigid.
At least, that was what the gray-green-haired Foxian girl before her thought.
Bai Heng raised her eyes and looked the girl over.
She wore a short green Daoist robe patterned with clouds, with a Taiji divination device hanging from her chest. She was small in stature, and her tail resembled a green flame, with two yellow paper seals attached to it.
The moment Bai Heng had approached her, the girl's legs had started trembling without stop. Even the two buns in her hands had fallen to the