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Gao Zheqi merely glanced over with a faint smile, and the official fell silent.
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Upper Monarch Hall.
A servant added some incense and was about to withdraw. From behind the beaded curtain, a lazy voice chuckled. "What's this? Has that old coot Gao Zheqi arrived?"
The servant, slightly startled, quickly lowered his gaze. "A messenger just reported that Mr. Gao is already on his way to the Imperial Palace."
"I'm tired. If he arrives, just have him wait." His tone was careless and amused.
The servant quickly acknowledged the order and withdrew.
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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.
Giant ravines crisscrossed the land like scars from a god's whip. The roads were uneven and pitted, and occasional gusts of yellow sand would rise up, blinding travelers.
