The ancestral mask felt utterly humiliated, but humiliation was not all it had to endure.
The pressure from Zhou Xuan's foot initially felt heavy to the mask, but it gradually grew so intense that it struggled to breathe under the weight. Even so, the pressure did not relent.
The river's surface was not the usual gentle texture; it was as hard as iron, bearing the mask and absorbing every ounce of force from Zhou Xuan's foot.
"Crack!"
The persistent pressure on the mask's surface caused a few fine cracks to appear.
The balance of internal stress within the mask was shattered by the appearance of the cracks, and as the force seeped in, the shattering accelerated, the cracks widened and multiplied until it broke completely,
shattering into pieces of dead wood that floated away along the river.
"Zhou Xuan, we are the ancestors of the Zhou Family... you're stepping on us..."
"Crash!"
The second mask was crushed under Zhou Xuan's foot before it could finish its words.
