Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er hacked at the hall doors with their swords from either side, but the doors did not budge.
There was something deeply sinister about these doors.
"It seems the master of this Ancestral Shrine intends to punish us for trespassing."
Yang Qing looked up again at the roof tiles overhead. Some had already begun to fall.
If they did not leave now, they might never get out.
There was nowhere here to take shelter.
The offering tables had also begun to tilt and topple, and the floor had cracked apart in scattered patches.
Yang Qing looked overhead, then down at his feet. The ground was shaking.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er were still pitting their blades against the doors, yet they had not left so much as a faint scratch.
"This cannot go on. We're going to be buried here." As Yang Qing stared at the doors barring the four of them, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
He turned to Fen Liyou. "Master Fen, since this place is called the Four-Square Ancestral Shrine, those it protects must be their descendants."
Fen Liyou had been standing helplessly to one side. All this was beyond anything he could handle, so he could only try his best not to become a burden to the other three.
But Yang Qing's words filled him with sudden, delighted hope.
That's right. How could a place meant to shelter their descendants let them die?
But how could they prove they were descendants of later generations?
There was a way. Of course there was.
Fen Liyou's eyes lit up. Only then did he look up at Yang Qing, and seeing the same expression on his face, he knew they were thinking alike.
At once, the two of them knelt before the