Many fell to their knees in grief.
This was their home, and it contained the blood, sweat, and tears of generations. However, before a natural disaster, the power of humans was so weak that it was no different from an ant trying to shake a tree.
There was no way to put out such a serious fire unless a storm came down now and doused it with lightning speed.
Some people began to kowtow, some pounded their chests, some couldn't bear to look, and some prayed for Buddha's blessing and for a miracle to happen…
The night sky, however, was calm. No thunder, no lightning, no rain.
The howling wind and blazing flames seemed to have long mocked them for overestimating themselves.
Despair and depression weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. They felt as if they were in an icehouse. Their bodies and hearts were bone-chilling, and they were powerless to resist this fire.
