The woman in a black robe, holding a six-tailed fox, paid no attention, staring up at the fiery serpent licking at the water-blue barrier. Once covering the sky, the barrier now remained as a thin layer, soon to be torn apart by the serpent.
"We tomb guardians can't leave now. This Demon Cultivator is determined to use our blood to unlock the ancestral tomb, but you, Patriarch..."
Wei Kun was on the verge of tears as he spoke.
At this point, the woman in black robes finally spoke. She gently stroked the back of the six-tailed fox, "Have you considered that the tomb they want to dig is my ancestor's? Where am I supposed to run?"
"This..."
Wei Kun was silent for a long time before finally speaking in a trembling voice:
"Patriarch, as long as we still have the green hills, we need not fear having no firewood to burn."
