Li Wenying's steps slowed slightly. Pretending not to care, he said, "That still proves nothing. Perhaps it's only a coincidence?"
Zhang Ziwang said, "With the celestial phenomena changing so strangely, I can't shake this sense of unease."
Li Wenying said no more.
Pan Yun lowered her eyes and pierced the worry in his heart. "Senior Brother, are you afraid the dragon vein points to Deng Maoqi?"
Zhang Ziwang remained silent.
Before this, he had never believed Deng Maoqi's rebellion would amount to anything.
The Ming Dynasty had many flaws, and His Majesty was not without shortcomings, but it was still a powerful nation, and His Majesty was no foolish ruler. How could a new dragon vein possibly emerge?
But if it was not new, could this dragon vein truly have passed through several dynasties without being discovered?
Especially when it was so close to Mount Longhu.
And the village where the dragon vein had been discovered had produced a Deng Maoqi.
The corner of Pan Yun's lips lifted slightly. In a low voice, she asked, "Then what should we do? Report it to the Imperial Astronomical Bureau?"
Zhang Ziwang did not answer.
Li Wenying glanced at Pan Yun and asked, "Where's your cat?"
The three of them had just reached the town.
Pan Yun pointed at a curled-up lump in the distance. "There. It's been waiting for us."
Pan Yun went over and picked up Pan Little Black, gently stroking its head as she carried it all the way back.
The black cat was obedient. Neither Zhang Ziwang nor Li Wenying suspected anything, and the three returned to the village together, collected the students, and headed back to Mount Longhu.
The return journey counted as training too, so Zhang Ziwang drove them onward with qinggong. By the time the group