The Luo Clan's residence was vast, its courtyards deep and secluded, its tree shadows dappled. Dozens of enormous trees stood within, each requiring several people to encircle its trunk. They were said to have been planted during King Kang of Zhou's reign, and had weathered untold storms down to the present day.
Luo Jing stood beneath a tree without a single attendant beside him, whether servant or maidservant. In the courtyard's corners, several indistinct figures waited quietly in the shadows cast by the sun. Farther away, imposing warriors watched the skies above the residence and the grounds below with a tiger's vigilance, even inspecting the water from time to time. The silence brimmed with a murderous chill. Never mind the gleaming blades, spears, swords, and halberds-even the soft, lovely petals in the courtyard seemed to have turned into razor blades, exuding cold.
The Luo Clan had once been half the master here. In that wondrous, magnificent age of the Zhou State, the clan had left countless traces upon Luoyang City. Even during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, many of the Luo Clan's stories had unfolded here.
Even now, this city continued to supply the Luo Clan with Fortune Points, strengthening the reserves of the entire clan.
At regular intervals, Ji Zhao could see the following message in the system-[The great Luoyang City, this towering Divine Capital, the radiant city in the hearts of all under heaven. As its builder, you have received 100 Fortune Points.]
But this place now belonged to the Han Dynasty's Liu Clan. Since entering Luoyang City, Luo Jing had received no one, because he was waiting for certain people to arrive.
Because of his attitude, the atmosphere throughout Luoyang City had become oppressive. Even the normally warm, gentle winds seemed to turn piercingly