"Greetings, Your Majesty!!"
Under the influence of the bewildering smoke, the Lotus King of Law instantly became stupefied and knelt to kowtow to Xu Xuan.
"Does it really work?" Xu Xuan fiddled with the bronze incense burner.
This thing seemed alright; it was less effective against those with True Qi, and it seemed to make them dull and foolish—probably affecting their intelligence.
In summary, this magic artifact wasn't too advanced; it must have been a product used by some religious group during the Pre-Qin Era to control their followers.
No matter what, Tubo was now under control. Next was the task of letting Xu Yong reform it, a process that could be long or short.
The common folk could be assimilated; as long as they learned the Han language and wore Han clothing, they could survive. As for those literate ones who had their own ethnic culture and were different from the Central Plains,
