"Useless elite, my ass..."
Useless elite, my ass... Wang Linchi sat in the firewheel carriage, his expression somewhat gloomy. He looked at his balance and muttered a curse under his breath.
The firewheel carriage was a train. He had been assigned a hard-sleeping berth and faced a half-month-long train ride to reach Yi State.
This was not only because the train was an old-fashioned, slow-moving green-skinned one—not a true marvel of technology but a Soul Train, chugging along at about a hundred kilometers per hour. Adding the delays from stops, refueling, and other necessities, plus the sheer vastness of each state, Wang Linchi was experiencing the true scale of Yingzhou for the first time.
He had never conceived of such immense territories before, so it hadn't truly registered. Now, seeing it, he found it genuinely terrifying.
Only such a vast territory could sustain the outrageous misdeeds of the Dajing Court.
