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Fusu finally won the First Emperor's trust. The news that the Luo Clan Lineage still existed in the world had truly shaken the First Emperor.
The First Emperor and all his ministers knew that under the Great Qin Empire's rule, there was a rebel faction plotting against Great Qin.
But the First Emperor had been too confident before. He had never imagined that these people would ever have their day.
The reasoning was simple.
Back then, the nobles of the Six States had vast territories, tens of millions of subjects, and armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands, yet Great Qin had trampled them underfoot one by one.
Now, these nobles of the Six States did not have so much as an inch of steel in their hands. All the metal under heaven had been cast into the Twelve Golden Men, and the strategic passes East of the Passes had all been destroyed.
East of the Passes, there were only farmers wielding hoes. How could they possibly stand against the Great Qin Elite Soldiers?
They had been no match for Great Qin when they were strong. Now that Great Qin had grown stronger and its enemies weaker, could they defeat it instead?
Anyone would have found that utterly absurd.
Great Qin's realm could pass down to its descendants for ten thousand generations.
But if the Luo Clan still existed, that was another matter.
Even though he had personally destroyed Luo State, the First Emperor still could not forget the sight of that white rainbow piercing the sun.
And the Nine Tripods that had vanished!
In his eyes, the sea of blood between Luo State and Qin State was a feud that could never be resolved.
He had to find the Luo Clan Scion Disciples. Otherwise, ten thousand years of