Xie Rong's eyes turned cloudy and his vision seemed to change along with it. He was no longer in the courtroom but in a different place. He was inside a modest home made of azure hearth clay, which gave the house a beautiful blue and orange glow, giving the illusion that one was seeing the formation of a rainbow.
However, as aesthetically pleasing and homey as the house seemed on the outside, inside was a different mood. The inside was permeated with a stifling atmosphere. It was tense and rife with strife, which resonated perfectly with the gloomy weather outside. Rain was already pouring heavily and thunder crackled with venom every few seconds, and inside the house wasn't any different.