This was seriously intense!
Right off the bat, they were exterminating a clan and destroying a kiln!
Shen Le felt his entire body trembling faintly. If he could jump up, if he could rush over, he would already have done so by now. Unfortunately, the porcelain tower's memories apparently had no intention of enabling that function for the moment. He struggled several times, yet could not even open his eyes, much less move his arms or legs.
It was as though his entire body had betrayed him, completely refusing to obey his commands.
Or perhaps he was not a person at all, but merely one piece of porcelain inside the kiln. That was why he could not rush out and could only listen from the side.
Bang!
Boom!
Crash!
Clatter—
Violent noises kept coming. Shen Le strained his ears, his heart nearly breaking as he listened:
That sound was a rack being smashed over. That one was something heavy hitting the ground—could it be that the kiln door had been torn down?
That sound was an entire section collapsing, and over quite a large area too—had they smashed a hole directly into the kiln?
That sound... the saggers, the saggers, the porcelain inside them, the porcelain inside them—
No!
These things would all be precious cultural relics in the modern day. Even the kiln itself was a cultural relic!
If they smashed the kiln, what would happen to his porcelain tower? It would never be able to go home!!!
"Stop smashing! Stop it!" His heart ached, but someone else—perhaps the kiln's owner—was in even greater pain than he was.
Shen Le heard someone shouting in utter despair amid the sounds of fists and kicks and cries of pain. His voice had gone hoarse from screaming. "We've been wronged! The Lu