Across the vast plain stretching from Luoyang, banners fluttered everywhere as countless chariots and soldiers converged on Zhao City.
The murderous aura soaring into the heavens seemed ready to tear the sky apart. Even the warm sunlight could not dispel the chill of weapons and armor.
"Alas.
We've arrived after all."
After stopping and starting throughout his journey, Wang Jian finally reached Zhao City.
Gazing at the towering city before him and recalling what he had seen along the way, he knew that many Luo People had fled.
When Qin State had attacked Han and Wei in years past, many Han people and people of Wei had likewise fled to Zhao State.
Then Zhao State had fallen too, and some had fled toward Yan State and Qi State. They would rather wander homeless than become Qin people.
Faced with this, King of Qin Zheng had merely said expressionlessly, "It is ordained that the Son of Heaven rule his subjects.
Vast though the world may be, I have received Heaven's mandate. There is nowhere beyond my grasp.
These people fail to understand Heaven's decree. Once the world is unified, reduce them to slaves."
Wang Jian knew that the Luo State Ruling House was inside the nearby city. The Sacred Marks shining between their brows proclaimed their identities; they could not even disguise themselves.
Wang Jian had not expected the Luo State Ruling House to be so unyielding. The Zhou Royal House had died defending its Altars of State, and now Luo State intended to do the same.
They truly were descendants of King Wu and the Sage King, a legendary clan capable of establishing a dynasty that lasted a thousand years.
Faced with the present situation, he hesitated.
He could only sigh softly. Seeing this, his son Wang Ben asked, "Father.