As well as the desolate ancient street.
The Mu Family Ancestral Hall, which had withstood hundreds of years, now appeared as a ruined wasteland when viewed from the street.
The Mu Family Patriarch stood silently before the collapsed courtyard wall.
Behind him, members of the Elder Council bowed their heads in silent respect, none daring to speak a word — the scene was terrifyingly quiet.
This ancestral hall had endured six hundred years of history, peacefully and without incident.
Yet it collapsed in a single night.
Many were apprehensive, worried about the Family Master's wrath.
However... after a long wait.
The Mu Family Patriarch finally spoke, yet his words carried little anger.
"Walls can collapse, and they can be rebuilt."
He stated this lightly.
Not with anger,
But with sorrow.
After all, no matter how old the wall, no matter how deep its cultural significance and history, it was just an ordinary wall, which for a Transcendent could be toppled with a mere push.
