Ancestral Tombs Steady Fortune, Yin and Yang on Paper

"The Ancestral Vein of my Meng Clan has been disturbed!"

In the main residence of the Meng Residence, Meng Qingyan, the current head of the Meng Clan, had been speaking with his advisers when his expression suddenly changed dramatically.

They had been discussing matters concerning Qiu Yan. This head of an aristocratic family had already decided to befriend Qiu Yan and intended to have the Meng Clan's influence at court accommodate him wherever possible, creating the impression that Qiu Yan and the Meng Clan were one and the same.

As the saying went, the tongues of men were fearsome. Once certain things were said often enough, even if they were untrue, the great force gathered by those words would compel falsehood into becoming reality.

Yet all these plans were interrupted by a faint tremor running through the ground.

Once the tremor had passed, Meng Qingyan's composed air had vanished without a trace, replaced by utter shock. He hurriedly rose, dismissed his advisers, and then sent out orders to summon people.

A few breaths later, two elderly men in their sixties entered the room, leaning on canes.

"Fifth, what happened? Why did the Ancestral Vein of our Meng Clan suddenly tremble? Has something occurred that could shake our foundations?"

Before one of them had even crossed the threshold, his voice had already carried inside. He was broad and stout, rosy-faced but short of stature; one glance was enough to tell that he had long been accustomed to comfort and luxury.

The moment he saw them, Meng Qingyan stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Third Uncle-Grandfather, Seventh Uncle-Grandfather, I summoned you precisely because of this matter. I have not yet discovered what stirred the Ancestral Vein, but this must not be publicized. I would therefore ask you two to proceed first to