If the ancestral hall had only been burned down, it wouldn't have mattered.
With the family records intact, they could simply remake the ancestral tablets.
What truly worried Suhe Zhen was the secret beneath the ancestral hall…
As for who could cause such a huge commotion, Suhe Zhen only had to think for a moment before his mind landed on Fang Shuwen—the man who had suddenly and inexplicably vanished at noon!
'Oh no!'
Suhe Zhen's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Even with the sudden disaster tonight, where most of Tingtiao Pavilion's disciples had been hit with the potent "One Drop of Fragrance" poison, and even as he faced a siege by the three top masters under Saint Mother Chaoyin, his expression had not changed one bit.
But in that instant, every last drop of color drained from his face.
Suhe Zhen's eyes flickered. He took a sharp, deep breath, then bellowed:
