Motan smiled pleasantly and stopped reconstructing history, shaking his head, "But this task shouldn't last that long, and the first divergence is just a trap, who would be foolish enough to play a time-wasting game on someone else's home turf?"
With a disdainful curl of his lip, Motan, knowing he had little time left, stood up and leisurely made himself a cup of fine coffee. After taking a couple of sips, he exhaled with a sound that could only be described as lascivious.
Preparation time is over—
Casually placing the coffee on the table, the Young City Lord Sang Qiao of the Glittering City swaggered with a bold gait to open the door, gesturing to a young guard outside the study, who bore a resemblance in both appearance and stature to himself, "You, come in for a moment."
The young man, who was originally chatting with his colleagues by the fireplace, immediately stood up straight, responded with a "Yes," and strode into the study.
