"Fortune was seized from a shaman?" Li Huowang repeated the long-haired Emperor's words in his mind.
According to him, it was only because of fortune that this world existed.
But he had no idea what this shaman was, leaving Li Huowang feeling as though he were lost in the clouds and mist.
This time, however, Li Huowang did not simply brush it aside. He knew that some of these legends might be false, and he had to carefully consider them.
Perhaps, like other legends and myths, they had been distorted, yet part of them was true.
After pondering for a while, Li Huowang felt that this fortune was most likely the Double Hour. After all, without the Double Hour, this place would probably be like Great Qi—tottering on the brink of collapse at any moment.
With half his body embedded in the wall, Li Huowang said to Xu Pin beside him, "Though they all say there are no Siming, don't you think that if this shaman was the Siming who governed the Double Hour, everything would make sense?"
Xu Pin paused, then nodded silently.
"Then, seniors, do you know what the shaman whose fortune was stolen looked like? Was it a golden dragon?" Looking at the dragon scales covering them, Li Huowang pressed on with the question that concerned him most.
If that golden dragon truly was Tianchen Kingdom's Dragon Vein, then it seemed to be different from the Dragon Veins of Daliang and Great Qi. They apparently did not need a succession of Emperors to serve as vessels.
"Golden dragon? Do not know."
"We are the True Dragon Sons of Heaven. We are dragons!"
"Lingyang is a dragon, but not a golden dragon."
Hearing their answers, Li Huowang became increasingly convinced that this was possible.
If so, then what