Midnight.
Above the old town of Yujing City, dark clouds gathered, deep and intense, accompanied by howling winds, obscuring the once bright and clear moon.
"Why did the weather suddenly change? Didn't the weather forecast say no rain for the next few days?"
"If the weather forecast were accurate, I'd have a stroke tomorrow! Go to sleep!"
"Can't you do it outside? My husband can tell."
In the dead of night, only a few houses' lights remained on. Yet, to these ordinary people, all they could perceive was the sudden change in weather and the gathering of dark clouds, completely unaware...
Beneath those clouds, a silhouette sat cross-legged, as if in meditation, a halo shimmering around, blurred and ethereal...
Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit seemed to have entered a mystical realm. He formed seals with his hands, but not the Lion Seal. Yin Qi surged from all directions, enveloping him as if in a boiling mist.
"Gather Yin Qi and move the four corners..."
