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Gao Zheqi merely glanced at him with a slight smile, and the servant 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 is it? Has that old codger Gao Zheqi arrived?"
The servant was slightly startled and quickly lowered his eyes. "A messenger just came. Mr. Gao is already on his way to the Imperial Palace."
"I am tired. If he arrives, tell him to wait." His tone was careless, laced with amusement.
The servant quickly acknowledged and withdrew.
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The wind picked up.
The Dayong Dynasty's territory was vast. The further west one went, the more arid and desolate it became.
Huge gullies crisscrossed the land like scars from a divine whip. The path was rough and uneven for the carts and horses, and occasional gusts of yellow sand would startle up, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
