As the hour passed into the time of the Tiger, day and night transitioned.
Wen Zhong stood loyally in front of the hall, playing the role of a gatekeeper and keeper of the door, gazing at the golden, glittering Beat King Golden Whip in his hands, the more he looked, the more discontent he felt in his heart.
Wen Zhong was an elder statesman, a key minister at court during the time of King Zhou's grandfather, securing Zhaoge and stabilizing the destiny of Yin Country. The late king had appointed him as a guardian minister, bestowing upon him the Beat King Golden Whip, to strike down a muddled ruler above, and corrupt ministers below, the only existence that could overpower King Zhou in the court.
That was how it used to be.
Now it was not the case any longer, the Beat King Golden Whip burned his hand, and every time he held it, Wen Zhong felt like a disloyal and unfilial person.
