"My lord, your tea."
In the main hall of the lavish estate, an old servant respectfully brought a cup of clear tea to the middle-aged man, placing it on the mahogany table.
In the Celestial Vault, a purple qi spanning thousands of miles flowed from the East, mingling with the roiling clouds and fog. Even the sunlight filtering through was tinged with wisps of violet.
Lü Buwei lifted his teacup, his expression turning slightly grave as he stared at the shimmering violet hue reflected in the tea.
"A purple qi that stretches for thousands of miles... An ordinary Great Virtue couldn't accomplish this. It must be either Kongzi or the Ghost Valley Master. The former was already approaching the border of the Chu Kingdom a few days ago; by my calculations, he should be reaching Jiangling soon. The latter seems to have been near Jiangling all along..."
"My lord, perhaps it's that Lu Zi?" the old servant said with a smile.
