The next day.
Huo Qubing saw Luo Wuji off and asked, "Wu Ji, what did I say last night?"
Luo Wuji laughed. "Nothing much. Just some bold declarations about never starting a family before wiping out the Xiongnu. I was deeply impressed. Brother Qubing, you truly are a model for the men of All Xia.
"If everyone were like you, would we still need to worry about being unable to wipe out the Xiongnu?"
Relieved, Huo Qubing laughed heartily. "A great man's ambitions lie in the four corners of the world, like mighty rivers surging into the sea. How could he let mere romantic attachments hold him back? Unfortunately, Wu Ji, you're a young master of the Luo Clan, with great responsibilities on your shoulders. You can't do the same."
Luo Wuji was Luo Ling's designated successor to the title of Duke Zhao. Unlike the other Luo Clan Scions, he bore the important responsibility of continuing the family line and could not act as he pleased.
The two clasped their fists in farewell. Luo Wuji boarded his carriage, glanced at the heroic-looking Huo Qubing, and shook his head with a smile. "What a pity."
Zhao City.
Luo Jin Xiu was studying the key points of ancestral worship under instruction. She had been learning these things since childhood. Ever since the days of the Luo State, the Luo Clan Women had borne the important responsibility of worshipping their ancestors, somewhat like the shamans of legend.
But unlike the sects of those false gods, the Luo Clan Women's worship could reach the Void Heavenly Realm directly, after which they received blessings and nourishment. Thus, this was not tedious work but an activity that brought positive returns, a benefit for the Luo Clan Women.
"Big sister, there's a letter for you from