Luo Yi stood on slightly higher ground, as conspicuous now as a torch in the night.
Amid countless screams, scalding blood spurted out and fell into puddles, instantly staining the ground blood-red. Perhaps this was how the phenomenon recorded in history as Heaven Weeps Blood had come about.
"A Sacred Mark. It's the Luo State Ruling House."
The Qin General at the head of the troops was terrified. He had never expected the Luo Clan Lineage, whose members had vanished without a trace, to reappear in the world. The prophecy that had circulated among the States in years past instantly surfaced in his mind.
"The Luo Clan has come to take revenge on Great Qin. Does this mean Great Qin is about to lose its mandate of heaven?
"Zhou State had a thousand years under the mandate of heaven. Is Great Qin to have only a dozen short years?"
What should I do?
He desperately wanted to flee outright, but he belonged to Qin State's Ducal Clan. How could he flee? His bloodline was the very reason he could now occupy a high position and command an army. Though his standing fell far short of the grandeur of Zhou State's nobles, who had been granted lands to establish their own states, it was still worlds apart from that of ordinary commoners.
He had witnessed firsthand how wretchedly those nobles with thousand-year bloodlines had ended up when Zhou State fell. Kings who had stood high above others starved to death in besieged cities, their agonized wails before death utterly disgracing their ancestors. Princes who had stood high above others became prisoners overnight and had to perform hard labor to survive. Those with old enemies might even be killed outright without knowing what had happened. The most beautiful princesses and noblewomen naturally