Inside the Zhao Royal Mansion, study room.
King Zhao is seated at the chief position in silence.
Luo Yao, and a group of King Zhao's confidants, are seated separately around the room.
King Zhao's expression is solemn as he slowly speaks, "Everyone, the Zhao dynasty now faces an unprecedented crisis, with external forces invading and territories falling, leaving the people homeless."
"As part of the Zhao dynasty, our Zhao Family must take on the responsibility to defend our homeland against external forces."
Luo Yao nods, determination gleaming in his eyes, "King Zhao, I am willing to lead the warriors of the Zhao Family into battle against the invaders, to defend our homeland."
King Zhao hears this and a hint of admiration flashes in his eyes, and he continues, "Mr. Luo, I know well of your courage and wit."
"However, I hope you understand, this time the enemy is unlike any before, armed with powerful weapons and tactics, we cannot underestimate them."
