Rebuilding Great Xia?

Zhao Zheng grew alert, his face tense. "Chu Yuan, what are you talking about?

How can those fools represent Great Qin?

You can't just give up on yourself!"

Chen Xiao also tried to persuade him. "Exactly, exactly... Aren't all us old-timers on your side?

Look on the bright side... Those fools knew they would die and still dared to provoke you. At the very least, that takes some backbone, doesn't it?"

"Zhang Wenyuan! Get your ass over here!" Zhao Zheng snapped.

Although Zhang Wenyuan had left the ceremonial hall, he had not gone far. When he came over and saw the expressions on Zhao Zheng and Chen Xiao's faces, his heart gave a start.

Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he heard Chu Yuan say faintly, "Since Great Qin is no longer my Great Qin...

I'm planning to take some people who listen to me and leave, then build a new race;

I've even thought of the name... Great Xia..."

"After that, I'll have the Hall of Stars reassess Great Qin's racial potential;

all resource allocations and such should stop as well." Chu Yuan thought for a moment. "And the battlefield quotas—Great Qin's powerhouses have never been drafted before.

With Great Qin's current territorial expanse, it must send more than ten Creation Realm Warriors to the human frontline every ten thousand years;

you'd best prepare yourselves.

And the Hall of Stars' taxes...

From now on... let everything be handled according to the rules. It has nothing to do with me anymore."

Chu Yuan's tone, as though he were making final arrangements, left Zhang Wenyuan somewhat bewildered.

Taking the chance, Zhao Zheng slapped the back of Zhang Wenyuan's head, his gaze full of disappointment that iron had failed to become steel.

Then he earnestly advised, "Chu