A letter from the Peerless Marquis's Residence in the Western Regions reached Zhao City by express horse, asking about Zhang Jue's identity.
In truth, the Luo Clan had known Zhang Jue's identity from the very beginning. After all, he was preaching in Jizhou, and with religious activities on such a scale, the Luo Clan was certain to pay attention.
They knew a fair amount about Zhang Jue, including his strengths and weaknesses, but ever since he defeated Huangfu Song, he had changed so much that even those within the Luo Clan could no longer quite gauge him.
After all, an above-average commander had suddenly become a supreme commander. Such a transformation was rather outlandish.
According to the Luo Clan's predictions, the Han Court should still have been able to hold on, but now it seemed to have suddenly lost that ability.
After much deliberation, Luo Zhang, the Luo Clan's household head, felt that the clan needed to be more cautious in these troubled times, especially since the Sage King, their Old Ancestor, had specifically singled out this age of turmoil for the clan to watch closely.
Thus, he took the letter from the Peerless Marquis's Residence into the ancestral shrine.
The Luo Clan Ancestral Shrine was probably one of the places outsiders were most curious about. It housed the spirit tablets of thirteen hundred years of Luo ancestors, and given the clan's tradition of honoring every member of its direct line, only one phrase could describe the number of spirit tablets here.
Packed like a forest!
The moment he entered the ancestral shrine, he heard voices chanting, quiet and ethereal, like the sound of souls drifting from the depths of the starry sky. They seeped through his skin and everything else, giving him a sense of being cleansed.
Luo Zhang