The thunderclouds receded, and the great river fell silent.
Chen Xu collected the ashes of the plaque from the River God Temple into the Fire and Smoke Kitchen; this ash too had entries.
But at this moment, he could not attend to them, for as the plaque turned to ash, Chen Xu vaguely saw through it the century-long rise and fall of the village since its establishment.
A hundred years of change passed in an instant, and within the flash of divine thought, infinite ideas were born and died.
Chen Xu was in a daze for a moment, then quickly regained his clarity.
Holding the little hedgehog, he immediately said, "Mr. Wei, we must hurry, this village is about to be destroyed."
Wei Yuan was startled and quickly jumped onto Chen Xu's shoulder, sitting properly.
It clung tightly to one side of Chen Xu's collar, afraid that standing in his hand might hinder his actions.
