Swarms of flies were obscuring the sky.

Wei Yuan was sitting in his chair and holding a cup with one hand, sipping tea that didn’t actually exist. His other hand was reaching toward a fly that had crawled into the room. Once he caught it, he threw it into a bell and tossed both into his Dao Foundation.

The flies kept coming. For every fly that vanished, another would dart in. However, they all became sluggish and dazed the moment they entered the room. Sometimes, Wei Yuan simply stretched and paid them no attention. They would plummet head first to the floor, limbs twitching and unable to move.

A five-level pagoda had been set aside on the table, constantly emitting intangible waves. Another two were sitting on the window sills, meaning that a total of three Five-level Mortal-Suppressing Pagodas were guarding this small space. The Cold Flies were low-tier existences to begin with, so they naturally couldn’t resist the suppressive effects of the three pagodas.

After catching dozens of Cold Flies in succession, Wei Yuan stole a glance at...