The cloaked messenger hastily said, "My King, the people now live and work in peace and contentment, no longer suffering from the raids of the Northern Barbarians!"
"The Great Zhou Dynasty, in its prime, is unmatched in prosperity, with all nations coming to pay homage!"
The Great Zhou Dynasty?
It had long been destroyed!
But could he speak the truth?
And the one he conversed with should only be a residual soul of King Zhou, Ji Lian, who couldn't possibly know what was happening outside.
Thus, he naturally could say whatever flattering words he wanted.
"Hmm!"
Ji Lian's tone was full of pride, "Tell me about the descendants who ruled the Great Zhou Dynasty, were there any incompetent ones?"
This strand of residual soul had existed for thousands of years and could no longer maintain this domain.
That's why the ruins had appeared in this world, and he knew that his time was running out.