Inside the dim, low tower, there were unexpectedly over a dozen old water jars from the last century's countryside, with wooden boards laid on top and pressed down by stones. Slight strange noises emanated from within, making it hard not to suspect if something alive was trapped inside.
Recalling the strange man beneath the great hall's cellar just now, Wang Longhu inexplicably shuddered; this ancient temple nestled in the primeval forest indeed hid many secrets.
"Put me down on the ground; you wait outside the door." Fifth Master pointed inside the tower.
Wang Longhu entered, placed Fifth Master on the ground, and immediately flew out the tower door in one step, standing outside in quiet anticipation.
"Cough cough, it's going to be another hardship." Fifth Master crossed his legs, soles up.
He flicked his hand through the air, a few date pit-sized stones shot out from his hand, drawing a straight line as they knocked the stones and wooden boards off those old water jars.
