After their conversation in the quiet room, Zhao Tuo gained a profound understanding of the importance the Luo Clan attached to Lingnan. This was both good and bad.
The good was that it proved he was important to the Luo Clan, and they would not move against him lightly. The bad was that if he merely occupied his position in Lingnan without doing his duty and failed to turn the barbarians into Xia, the Luo Clan Household Head who remained in Zhao City might come to Lingnan himself.
Luo Ling weighed like a mountain on everyone's hearts. He was a Luo Clan Household Head unlike any before him, gazing down indifferently upon the princes, lords, generals, and ministers of the mortal world.
Of course, Luo Xin had not traveled thousands of li simply to exchange a few words with Zhao Tuo. His most important task was to connect Lingnan with the Central Plains.
Where canals and great waterways could be built, and where straight roads could be constructed, all had to be put on the future agenda. Construction would begin once production gradually recovered and the Central Plains emerged from its exhaustion.
Looking at Lingnan's complex terrain, Luo Xin remarked to Zhao Tuo beside him, "Your Majesty, Lingnan truly is an excellent place to establish a separatist domain. Holding just a few key passages would cut off the heavenly armies of the Central Plains."
Zhao Tuo smiled at this. "You are right. When I followed the army on its southern campaign, we suffered devastating losses precisely because of this terrain. Fortunately, we have now established a firm foothold here. So long as we develop it slowly, every inch of this fertile land will become a place upon which the Sage King lowers his gaze."
Luo Xin nodded in satisfaction. The