Zhao City.
Even with no one else in the quiet room, Luo Ling still sat with impeccable posture. He had been this way ever since he began studying the rites.
Ji Zhao had restored him to the pre-heaven state and even stripped away a small portion of his humanity, allowing him to experience everything with an observer's mindset at all times.
He would never become lost in the confusion of those caught within events. He possessed even more divinity than Ji Zhao.
"Ling."
An ethereal call sounded beside his ear, yet also seemed to resound directly within his spiritual platform.
The voice carried boundless affection, making Luo Ling feel as though he were immersed in a warm ocean.
Then Luo Ling saw countless fragrant petals slowly falling like rain, enveloping him.
His vision went dark. The next moment, everything opened up before him, and he stood within an endless peach grove.
He knew this was the sacred land where his ancestor resided.
Then he saw an extraordinarily handsome man. Delight and surprise finally appeared on Luo Ling's face, which seemed forever as unruffled as an ancient well. He sank to his knees and bowed deeply. "Old Ancestor!"
To Luo Ling, Ji Zhao was not merely his ancestor, but also his creator. In particular, inheriting Ji Zhao's divinity had made Luo Ling a believer who obeyed Ji Zhao absolutely.
"Sit."
Luo Ling sat opposite Ji Zhao. "Old Ancestor, did you summon me here to give me instructions?"
Ji Zhao asked with a smile, "The Mandate of Heaven has fallen to Han. What plans do you have for All Xia in the mortal world?"
Before Ji Zhao, Luo Ling finally spoke words that even Luo Yi and the others had never heard.
"Liu Bang is rather old, and he indulges in wine