Wushuang hung up the phone, gravely saying, "The ancestral shrine where the memorial tablets of all past Family Heads were enshrined has collapsed, the Second Elder asked me to return immediately."
A flicker of shock passed through Ouyang Che's eyes.
"How could it have suddenly collapsed?"
"The Second Elder said that there was a heavy rain on the island yesterday. They discovered this morning that one corner of the shrine had collapsed. Fortunately, though, the memorial tablets were undamaged."
The Xuanyuan Family's shrine was built on a feng shui spot.
It is a treasured land.
The shrine has stood for over a hundred years without damage, and now it has collapsed. The islanders must be in a state of panic.
They have always been devout believers in the gods.
They regarded the shrine as the island's ultimate treasure. Now that the island's treasure in their eyes has had an issue, there must be many ominous speculations in their hearts.
