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The captain of the guards froze in mid-air, the tip of the sword trembling.

He saw the First Emperor's face clearly—that thin yet majestic face. His arm loosened, and the long sword clattered into the ground. Immediately, his knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud, his armor striking the ground with a dull thud.

The guards behind him followed suit, kneeling down in rows, falling one after another like dominoes from front to back and from near to far.

The archers put away their longbows, unloaded the arrows from the bowstrings, and put them back in their quivers; the halberdiers moved their halberds away from the crowd, stood them upright at their sides, and planted the shafts on the ground.

The people in the parade were still in a state of great shock, and had not yet recovered from the incredible fact that they had "instantly traveled from the sand dunes to Xianyang".

The civil officials were dumbfounded, the military officers were speechless, the eunuchs' legs trembled, and the palace maids helped each other up. Some collapsed to the ground, while others held tightly to the carriage to keep their balance.

Li Si stood at the front of the line, his hands hanging at his sides, his fingers slightly curled, his palms already soaked with cold sweat.

He looked down at the ground beneath his feet, then looked up at the palace in the distance—it was the Xianyang Palace, not the palace on the sand dunes.

His thoughts raced, and he finally came to a conclusion—an immortal.

He is not a sorcerer, a fraudster, or a charlatan, but a true immortal who can instantly transport people across thousands of miles and even bring the dead back to life.

The First Emperor's voice rang out again, this time not to the guards, but to the entire procession.

"What are you all standing there for? Everyone, do your job."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the quiet open space, and everyone heard it distinctly.

The civil officials seemed to awaken from a dream, the military generals straightened their backs, the eunuchs withdrew their hands from each other's shoulders, and the palace maids loosened their tightly clasped hands.

Some people began to tidy their clothes, some began to count the supplies, some led the horses to the stables, and some carried the boxes to the warehouse.

The line gradually dispersed, and order was restored.

The First Emperor stood beside the carriage, his hand resting on a pillar, watching the busy people in the open space.

His gaze swept through the crowd, finally settling on the carriage imprisoning Hu Hai and Zhao Gao.

The carriage doors remained tightly shut, and the windows were also closed, but the groans inside continued, only fainter than before.

The First Emperor turned to a eunuch beside him and ordered, "Lock them in the imperial prison and keep them under strict guard. Don't let them die."

The eunuch bowed to receive the order and trotted off to make the arrangements.

The First Emperor turned around and looked at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei stood not far behind him, his blue and white gradient robe shimmering with iridescent light in the morning glow, like a dazzling display of color.

The First Emperor reached out from behind him and waved at Luo Fei.

"Come with me."

He turned and walked toward the main hall of Xianyang Palace, his back ramrod straight.

Luo Fei followed behind him, and the two walked through the corridor, up the steps, and through the palace gate.

When the guards on both sides saw the First Emperor approaching, they all stood at attention and bowed their heads. Only after the First Emperor had passed did they dare to raise their heads.

Their gazes lingered on Luo Fei for a brief moment before quickly shifting away, not daring to look any longer.

The main hall's doors were wide open.

The First Emperor went inside, with Luo Fei following closely behind.

The main hall is extremely spacious and has a high ceiling. The beams are painted with colorful patterns, such as cloud patterns, dragon patterns, and phoenix patterns, which are lifelike, brightly colored, and have smooth lines.

At the end of the main hall is a high platform, on which sits a small table. Behind the table is a large chair with a high back, covered with a tiger skin.

The First Emperor did not go up to the high platform, nor did he sit in the chair. Instead, he walked to the table below the platform and sat down cross-legged.

The First Emperor tapped lightly on the table, looked at Luo Fei, and gestured for him to sit down.

Luo Fei shook his head and asked the First Emperor for something that could represent his identity.

The First Emperor reached to his waist and untied a jade pendant.

It was a white, round jade pendant with a small hole in the center and unique cloud patterns engraved on the edge.

This was an item he carried with him for decades, hanging from his waist ever since the day he ascended the throne in Xianyang.

He handed the jade pendant to Luo Fei.

"My children and ministers all recognize this jade pendant."

Luo Fei took the jade pendant and silently marked the location on his feet.

"I'm going to fetch Fusu back to Xianyang."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body slowly rose from the ground, flew out of the main hall's gate, and disappeared into the horizon.

The First Emperor sat at his desk, looking up at the direction where Luo Fei had disappeared, his hand resting on the desk, his fingers tapping lightly.

Shangjun, military camp.

The campsite is built along the river and backed by green mountains, with tents standing side by side, their gray and white canvas reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Two tall flagpoles stood at the camp gate, with black flags fluttering on them, and a striking character "蒙" (Meng) embroidered on the flags.

The soldiers were training; some were in formation, some were running, some were practicing combat, and some were cleaning their weapons. Their slogans echoed through the valley.

Luo Fei descended from the sky, the hem of his long robe billowing in the wind, the blue and white starlight dazzling in the sunlight.

He landed on the open ground at the camp gate, his feet sinking into the soft grass.

The soldiers at the camp gate were taken aback when they saw a strangely dressed person suddenly appear. They immediately raised their halberds and pointed the tips at Luo Fei.

Someone sounded a horn, its sound deep and long.

A troop of soldiers quickly poured out of the camp gate. They were clad in armor, carrying long halberds, and lined up in several rows, blocking Luo Fei's path.

Luo Fei did not take another step forward. He stood quietly in place, his hands hanging at his sides, the hem of his robe fluttering gently in the wind.

A fast horse galloped out of the camp gate, its hooves clattering rapidly.

Seated immediately was a man in his thirties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge, and full lips.

He wore a black suit of armor with tiger stripes, and a long sword hung at his waist with a black scabbard inlaid with several turquoise stones.

He yanked the reins hard, and the horse's front hooves rose high, stamping twice in the air before landing steadily on the ground. It snorted, pawing the ground with its hooves and kicking up a small cloud of dust.

He nimbly jumped off his horse and carefully examined Luo Fei.

From the blue-white gradient, shimmering robe, to the flowing starlight on it, and then to Luo Fei's face.

He frowned slightly, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword, but he did not draw it.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing on military grounds?"

His voice was steady and powerful.

Luo Fei did not answer his question, but instead stretched out his hand and showed the jade pendant in his hand.

The general's eyes narrowed slightly, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

He loosened his hand from the sword hilt, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to examine the jade pendant carefully.

He recognized it.

That was the First Emperor's jade pendant; seeing the pendant was like seeing the First Emperor himself.

He bent his knees and fell to his knees with a "thud," the armor hitting the ground with a dull thud.

The soldiers behind him also knelt down one after another, row upon row, from front to back, from near to far, their halberds planted firmly on the ground, the shafts of the halberds planted firmly on the ground, neat and orderly.

No one spoke, no one asked "who is this?", and no one questioned "why this is happening".

The general lowered his head, his voice squeezed out from his throat, not loud, but very clear.

"This humble general, Meng Tian, ​​was unaware of the Imperial Envoy's arrival and has failed to greet you properly. May I ask what brings the Imperial Envoy here?"

Luo Fei fastened the jade pendant back to his waist and looked at Meng Tian—at his face, roughened by the wind and sand, at his hands, calloused from years of wielding a sword, and at the marks on his armor from the swords.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"Take me to see Fusu."