"Da Qi needs the Dragon Vein, and its Imperial Court needs an Emperor. Only with an Emperor will the people of Da Qi have a backbone."
"Once we have the Dragon Vein, the cycle of heaven and earth will resume, and the natural world—the flowers, birds, insects, and beasts—will gradually return as well."
Chan Du spoke slowly as he gently stroked Miao Guihua's head.
Listening to the abbot of Zhengde Temple, Li Huowang gazed up at the sky that would never darken. "What if the hours never return? How long before we see the effects?"
"Amitabha, this humble monk does not know." Chan Du gently shook his head. "Divination is not the strength of monks from Zhengde Temple."
"Is there anyone in Da Qi who is skilled at it?"
"There is. Let us hope not all of the Qian family have perished. They are the most skilled at reckoning with the heavens and strategizing on earth."
Li Huowang stared at the sky, his brow tightly furrowed. "Then figure out a way to find them! Find them all!"
