"Great Qi needs dragon veins, and the Great Qi court needs an Emperor. Only with an Emperor can the people of Great Qi have a backbone."
"Once there are dragon veins, the cycle of heaven and earth will begin turning again, and the flowers, birds, insects, and beasts will gradually return."
As Chan Du spoke slowly, he gently stroked Miao Guihua's head.
Listening to the abbot of Zhengde Temple, Li Huowang looked at the sky that would never grow dark. "What if there is never a Double Hour? How long before it starts having an effect?"
"Amitabha, this humble monk does not know." Chan Du gently shook his head. "Divination and fortune-telling are not the specialties of us Zhengde Temple monks."
"Does Great Qi have anyone skilled at it?"
"Yes. Let us hope the Qian Family has not died out completely. Calculating heaven and measuring earth are what they do best."
Li Huowang stared at the sky, his brow tightly furrowed. "Then find a way to look for them! Find every last one of them!"
"Immortal Li, this general has already sent men to search." A booming voice suddenly rang out.
Li Huowang turned his head and saw a burly, bearded man standing eight chi tall emerge from Zhengde Temple's gates.
Though he carried no weapon and dressed like an ordinary commoner, the faint Killing Intent around him revealed his identity: a military cultivator.
Moreover, his bearing was clearly different from the other commoners. There was not the slightest trace of the listlessness hunger brought on his face.
The man strode before Li Huowang and sharply clasped his fists. "This general, Chen Yurong, pays his respects to Immortal Li!"
"Great Qi's military cultivators? How many of you are left?"
"Thirty-six vanguard troops, twenty-four Elite Guards, one hundred and seventy-one Halberd