"Yes, Progenitor." The emperor understood it completely. He was to spread the temple and convert blood descendants. Even if he failed to spread the temple, it was fine so long as the conversion went ahead.

He also understood perfectly well why the envoys had come asking. Which powerful men of those dynasties, including their emperors, ministers and nobles, were not well on in years?

An old man's largest obsession was to live longer, and here were the blood descendants with apparently that very power in them. How could it fail to move such men?

Lu Changsheng waved a hand. "Very well, go and arrange it." 

"Yes, Progenitor," the emperor said, withdrawing respectfully.

Lu Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly. "Chen Ping."

Chen Ping was summoned in short order, and Lu Changsheng asked him, "How do things stand with the temple now?...