Luo Ling stared somewhat blankly at the map before him. In many people's eyes, it might have been nothing more than a useless piece of parchment.
In the minds of the people of All Xia today, the Central Plains were the richest land under heaven. Everywhere else was a remote, impoverished backwater, and even many parts of traditional All Xia states such as Chu State and Yan State fell within the circle of contempt.
The supreme Sage King bestowed his compassion only upon the people of this land. This was proof of All Xia's innate nobility, so why leave this land?
From nobles to the Common People, these were many people's truest thoughts. Luo Ling was trying to change this notion buried deep within their consciousness.
Luo Ling fixed his eyes on the Western Regions and asked in a trembling voice, "Old Ancestor, is the land there as fertile as the Central Plains?"
Ji Zhao knew he could not reveal too much to Luo Ling, so he smiled and said, "There is no land there as fertile as the Central Plains, but apart from land, All Xia can obtain anything from there-gold, jade, fine horses. It is the treasure vault of the world."
Luo Ling was stunned. It had actually earned such praise from the Old Ancestor. The last time he had praised somewhere like this was when Luoyang was established between the Yi and Luo Rivers, and it had indeed rendered immeasurable service to the rule of the Zhou State.
What about this land, then?
What could it bring to All Xia?
Even Ji Zhao's voice grew solemn. "Treasures should belong to those of virtue. Could there be anyone under heaven more virtuous than the people of All Xia?
"Go and bring it back, and never relinquish it. This