Day gave way to night, light to darkness.
The next day.
Luo Zhang led the Feudal Lords into Zhao City's sacrificial grounds, where stone pillars stood in a forest, their inscribed surfaces displaying craftsmanship that rivaled nature itself. This was the very place where Sage King Zhao, Luo Ling, had once trodden down the law with the Feudal Lords.
It had remained undamaged for three hundred years, bearing only the traces of time.
The Luo Clan's study of mathematics, particularly geometry, naturally advanced the development of architecture.
Especially with their desire to protect the environment and reduce the felling of towering trees, stone, a material resistant to damage, naturally caught the Luo Clan's attention.
Zhao City was built from a combination of stone and wood, with stone for its bones and wood for its skin. Though time slipped by and years flowed past, Zhao City remained majestic.
Luo Zhang sat in the seat of honor, the very place where Luo Ling had sat all those years ago. The Feudal Lords settled around him, looking about curiously, seemingly trying to see who occupied the former seats of Emperor Gao and King Xiang.
When Luo Zhang spoke from the raised platform, everyone in the grounds could hear him.
As the bells rang, Luo Zhang began, "When I invited you here, I said that the Sage King had issued a decree. I imagine you harbored doubts.
"Since the time of the Zhou State, the Various States frequently concluded agreements, recording their terms on bamboo slips.
"They signed an alliance in the morning and betrayed it that evening.
"But the agreement we make today is not for a single time or place. It is to endure until the very end of the Annals.
"After much consideration, I believe we should record it on Gold