「 * 」
Gao Zheqi merely shot him a sidelong glance and a smile, and the servant fell silent.
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*
「 Upper Monarch Hall. 」
The servant added some incense and was about to withdraw. From behind the beaded curtain, the master lounging inside chuckled. "What is it? Has that old bastard Gao Zheqi arrived?"
The servant, slightly startled, quickly lowered his eyes. "A messenger just reported that Mr. Gao is on his way to the Imperial Palace."
"We are weary. If he arrives, tell him to wait." The voice was carefree and tinged with laughter.
The servant quickly acknowledged the order and backed out of the room.
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*
「 The wind picked up. 」
The Dayong Dynasty's territory was vast. The farther west one traveled, the more barren and desolate the landscape became.
Huge, crisscrossing gullies scarred the land, as if a god had taken a whip to the earth. Carriages and horses bumped along the uneven ground, and sudden gusts of yellow sand would rise up, blinding travelers.
