Hua Zhen Hall.

Xie Lingyu quickly stepped into the hall, which was bustling with activity.

A large, intricately detailed painting of an old monk hung on one side. Wukong stood nearby, observing the painting while also keeping an eye on Yuankong.

Yuankong was immobilized by a spell, while several cultivators were applying some unknown substances to his face, some resembling mud and others like stone. The smell was not pleasant at all.