All the world's fate and qi together weighs one stone; Wu Qian alone holds half a peck of it in his grasp—his scholarship is clearly deep and thick, his abilities formidable. In years past, when the Great Wu Dynasty invaded Jade City, Wu Qian personally took up the brush to compose the war proclamation, his thunderous words striking back. In that battle of letters he had already won a great victory, shaking the Great Wu army's morale and thus drawing upon the hidden aid of fate and qi. Thereafter came the scene of Great Wu's wretched retreat and Jade City standing firm as stubborn rock.
Yet Wu Qian has grown old; the denser his fate and qi, the heavier the burden upon his shoulders, until it is hard to bear. He has many disciples at his knees, and several years ago he began choosing among them an heir to inherit his mantle and pass on his fate and qi.
