Muye

In the imperial palace of Shangyi.

The grandeur of the palace halls was enhanced by the faint sounds of bells and drums. It was the Shang King Xin luxuriating in the singing and dancing of beautiful performers.

In the Shang ancestral temple.

The old man who was the Great Witch of the Shang examined the burnt tortoise shells in his hands and jumped up in shock.

"A crisis looms overhead. No, I must inform the King immediately!"

The Great Witch jogged to the palace, ignoring the strange looks that people gave him as he passed them. Before long, he had arrived before the palace.

"Halt!"

Two gentleman-bureaucrats stopped the Great Witch at the gates to the palace.

"The King is enjoying himself. Do not bother him!"

"Get out of my way!"

The Great Witch felt a rising anger and pushed the two men aside forcefully.

"My King, the Great Witch from the ancestral temple requests an audience with you!"