The day of the ancestral rites had finally arrived.
Feudal Lords and nobles from every region gathered, creating a lively scene.
The King of Wu had arrived in Kunlun City the night before last. Using his elevation to kingship as a pretext, he had openly annexed the territories of the King of Yue and the Marquis of Yue, vaulting into the ranks of the realm's foremost Feudal Lords. There were even rumors that he planned to send troops to help the Baiyue tribes resist Great Shang's Southern Campaign.
Beside him stood King Du Yu of Shu. The two got along well and had grown familiar after only a few days. After all, one ruled lands in the southwest and the other in the southeast. With no conflicting interests, they made the best of friends.
"King of Wu, why did you travel a thousand miles to Kunlun City? Just for these ancestral rites? As far as I know, you have no need to pay homage to that benighted ruler. Vast as the realm is, it should belong to the virtuous. Do not forget that the Marquis of Yue and the Marquis of the South both died at King Zhou's hands. Coming here carries considerable risks."
The King of Shu asked curiously.
Although he had come to Kunlun City himself, the King of Shu did not understand why mere ancestral rites had brought all the Feudal Lords together.
If it was for the unprecedented Human Ancestral Shrine, a visit from the nobles was understandable, but why should the Feudal Lords come? If they refused to submit to Great Shang, they should muster their strength, raise armies, and fight it.
Were they really not worried at all? What if King Zhou chose to fight until the fish died and the net tore, disregarded