With the owner of the Bai family drilling into the basalt of the ancestral temple, he just stopped to hear the deafening roar outside. He stared hesitantly and turned to the cold moon. Anyone could hear that the cry did not come from human beings, it could not be a beast coming down from the mountains.

Lengyue tied the owner of the White House to a pillar beside him and kicked his feet. "Sir, it's not safe here."

Xuanwu pointed to the top of his finger and around him and said, "It's not safe. Block up the hole. We go into the ancestral temple, blessed by the old Bai ancestors,...