Wushuang hung up the phone, gravely saying, "The ancestral shrine where the memorial tablets of all past Family Heads were enshrined has collapsed, the Second Elder asked me to return immediately." A flicker of shock passed through Ouyang Che’s eyes. "How could it have suddenly collapsed?" "The Second Elder said that there was a heavy rain on the island yesterday. They discovered this morning that one corner of the shrine had collapsed. Fortunately, though, the memorial tablets were undamaged." The Xuanyuan Family’s shrine was built on a feng shui spot. It is a treasured land. The shrine has stood for over a hundred years without damage, and now it has collapsed. The islanders must be in a state of panic. They have always been devout believers in the gods. They regarded the shrine as the island’s ultimate treasure. Now that the island’s treasure in their eyes has had an issue, there must be many ominous speculations in their hearts. At this time, she must return to manage the overall situation, otherwise chaos would ensue. Ouyang Che mused, "Time is of the essence, we should return at once." "Alright!" Wushuang agreed readily. She explained the situation to Tao Hua, and Tao Hua did not try to keep her, urging her to hurry back. The two did not hesitate for even a moment, and took a helicopter back to the island. Several elders received the news and came to greet them. As soon as Wushuang got off the helicopter, the first thing she did was head to the site for a look. The right corner of the shrine had collapsed, but Wushuang examined it carefully and could find nothing. "Could it possibly have been man-made?" she asked in suspicion. The Second Elder shook his head, "No way." After all, everyone regards this as the most sacred place. Even if someone harbored ill intent, they would not lay hands on the shrine. "But why would the heavy rain make the shrine collapse?" Wushuang was still puzzled. "Perhaps it was due to years of neglect." The Second Elder was actually the oldest among the elders. He was already sixty, conservative and traditional in nature, so his thoughts were naturally the most conservative too. Wushuang asked nothing more. Ouyang Che stepped forward to inspect it and said, "I can’t determine the cause of the damage either." The elders appeared troubled, as if they had something they wished to say. Wushuang did not move her gaze, smiling lightly, "Elders, speak freely." The Second Elder bowed to her and respectfully stated, "Miss, over the past few days, no matter how we investigated, we couldn’t find the reason for the collapse of the shrine, and after much thought, there’s only one explanation." "The ancestors are angry!" The Second Elder said with a serious and grave expression, "Miss, the Xuanyuan Family is cursed, anyone with the same blood cannot live past twenty-seven years. Miss is now twenty-two but still unmarried and childless, so we believe the past Family Heads must be angry!" Wushuang’s face changed slightly. The Third Elder also stepped forward, saying, "Miss, I know you surely think this is nonsense. Even without the shrine collapse, Miss should marry and have children, to leave a bloodline for the Xuanyuan Family." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net "We earnestly plead with Miss to leave a bloodline for the Xuanyuan Family!" The elders knelt simultaneously, solemnly pleading with her. Wushuang looked at them, not knowing what to say. They are all loyal servants of the Xuanyuan Family. For the entire Xuanyuan Sect, they have invested a lot of effort. She did not want the Xuanyuan Sect to be left without an heir, nor did they, even more so. No matter how she avoided it, how unwilling she was for her children to repeat her fate. But there are some things that cannot be avoided, some responsibilities that cannot be shirked. Wushuang looked at them, thought for a moment, and spoke.