The sound was as loud as thunder, propelled by the True pneuma, it echoed instantly across the wilderness.
The army of officials below who heard this sound instantly knelt and worshipped as if rehearsed beforehand, shouting in unison, "Long live Changsha! Long live the king! Congratulations to the king!"
Three phrases, neatly synchronized, echoed between Heaven and Earth.
Lu Yuan, hearing these cheers, stood on top of the Heavenly Altar, looking down at the figures kneeling and bowing, feeling a surge of ambition, couldn't help but ponder.
'Among all these people below, is there anyone who wants to replace me?'
The throne of a king not only represents power and wealth but also represents duties and dangers.
Today, he was the king of Changsha, enjoying the prosperity of a region, ruling over a million people.
But who knows if within this land, there is no one eyeing his position, coveting his power, wanting to replace him?
