In the Imperial City of the Shangwu Dynasty, within the National Teacher's Mansion, a middle-aged man with slightly graying temples sat face-to-face with another middle-aged man, whose head was full of black hair and who was dressed in a plain Daoist robe.
A table made of pear wood stood between the two men, bearing two tea cups, a pot of hot tea, and a few pastries.
"State Preceptor, I cannot help but be anxious," the man with graying temples, dressed in a golden python robe, his face showing a hint of sorrow and a trace of murderous intent, said. "It's too similar, too much of a coincidence. How could it be such a coincidence?"
This man was none other than the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty, and he was looking intently at the person opposite him, who was clearly the current State Preceptor of the Shangwu Dynasty.
