The royal palace of Xiqi.
"Master Gui Gu! The manuscripts I promised back then. So many years have passed, and I have only completed thirty-two hexagrams."
"It is already quite good. Managing such a vast foundation as Xiqi, you can still complete thirty-two hexagrams."
Wang Ming held the bamboo slips in his hand, upon which the first thirty-two hexagrams of the I Ching were carved.
They were the bamboo slips that constituted it.
The I Ching in later generations was no longer the original version, having been heavily modified by the Confucians, but the imagery of the sixty-four hexagrams was still passed down, except that the judgment texts were partially tampered with.
Wang Ming knew the sixty-four hexagrams, but could not give hints to King Wen Ji Chang.
He felt the bamboo slips in his hand.
They were now merely exquisite, high-grade mortal bamboo slips, without any extraordinary traits.
This required Ji Chang to finish them before their divine and mystical characteristics would manifest.
Just as Wang Ming was still examining the bamboo slips.
Suddenly a servant came to report that Prime Minister Jiang Ziya requested an audience.
Both Wang Ming and Ji Chang were puzzled as to what Jiang Ziya was doing here.
Jiang Ziya had been invited back to Xiqi by Ji Chang, naturally not to immediately raise troops and fight King Zhou. Even if Jiang Ziya were willing, Ji Chang would not allow Jiang Ziya to dispatch troops against Yin Shang.
"Greetings, Great King!"
Jiang Ziya wore a silver, luxurious cloak draped diagonally over his shoulder and a golden crown on his head, walking into the grand hall from the outside.
His mental state and appearance at this moment were completely different from the past few years.
Previously he looked like a vigorous yet shabby old man,