Yunze

"Sixteen double hours? This world originally had thirty-two hours in a day?"

Hearing that, Li Huowang felt his mind descend into chaos. Some things that should have been common sense were actually wrong here?

"That's right. Dragon veins come in large and small ones, but the Historical Records do state that there were sixteen double hours."

"Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"What? You never read something written in the Historical Records, sold for one or two taels of silver on the street? Aren't you a Daoist? Don't tell me you haven't even read the Four Books and Five Classics?"

For a moment, Li Huowang did not know how to answer. But upon thinking it over carefully, it somehow seemed perfectly reasonable. Even the entire world was insane—what did a few extra double hours in a day amount to?

Just then, a thought sprang into Li Huowang's mind.

"If—if all the remaining dragon veins vanished, what would the consequences be? A world without even a single double hour? What kind of world would that be?"

Li Huowang shook his head hard, flinging those thoughts away. "Forget how many double hours there are in a day for now. Where are those Three Strips dragon veins? That's what matters most right now!!"

"Yunze." The moment those words left his mouth, Li Huowang swiftly found a map of Later Shu and studied it closely.

The terrain of Later Shu was barren, but it was not entirely without water. Within its borders lay a swamp shrouded in miasma. This place of countless legends was Yunze.

Staring at the map, Li Huowang clenched his teeth. "Things have come to this. Dragging our feet won't help anymore. Let's go! We're bringing the dragon veins back! Eleven double hours in a day is already few enough."