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Qintian Bureau.
Faint sounds of various instruments in operation could be heard.
An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a plain long robe, sat upright on the edge of a rooftop.
His hands were interlaced, fingers moving slightly, as if calculating the unresolved mysteries of the world, his brows occasionally furrowing.
Suddenly, as if he had calculated something significant, disbelief crossed his brow.
At that moment, the hurried footsteps interrupted his contemplation.
The Chief Officer of the Qintian Bureau spoke in a slightly panicked voice, "Director, Your Majesty is coming here; you should come down quickly to meet him."
Upon hearing this, a peculiar glint appeared in the old man's eyes.
"Alright, I understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved gracefully, showing no signs of age, but instead the agility of a young man.
