The red tablecloth shifted slightly, and the old village chief slowly stood up and turned around.

Seeing Bai Sang and the others looking at the sky with puzzlement, he finally put on a smile.

"For some reason, the ancestral hall is unusually safe today. Has everyone taken cover?"

Bai Sang nodded, "You've hidden yourself well, don't worry."

"I'm so glad you're alright. Everyone was worried about you."

When the villagers' concerns were mentioned, a genuine smile finally appeared on the old village chief's face.

"Sometimes I'm just a burden because of my old bones."

He looked at Bai Sang with intense gaze.

Bai Sang sensed something was wrong; the old village chief seemed to be really hoping she would say something.

The words lingered on his lips, but when he finally uttered them, they were impeccable.

"We'll be very happy if you take good care of yourself."

The old village chief smiled again, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he spoke.

"It's stopped."

As soon as he spoke, the earth-shaking outside stopped instantly.

Only the fallen rocks and collapsed houses on the ground prove that a major disaster had just occurred.

The villagers came out and looked at their collapsed houses, their expressions filled with sorrow.

The old village chief also walked out, trembling.

"God will protect us."

"The sacrificial ceremony will proceed as scheduled tonight. I pray to God that all suffering may be spared here."

All the villagers, including the players who had just been promoted to villagers that morning, knelt down.

The fact that Bai Sang and the other three were standing there made them look particularly out of place.

"We pray to God to keep our Peach Blossom Village free from all suffering."

Bai Sang remained silent.

She prayed during her time of great suffering, but to no avail.

From then on, Bai Sang only trusted herself.