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Luo Fei nodded and said nothing more. He walked to the open space outside the side hall and took out the time machine from his ring.

The text on the time machine, emitting a faint glow, has changed: "210 BC, August, Xianyang Palace."

He glanced at the words, and with a thought, a soft white light surged from inside the time machine, enveloping him.

Luo Fei's body shifted from solid to ethereal, from existence to nothingness, as if he were about to merge into this ocean of light.

The three emperors stood silently before him, their postures upright, their eyes filled with shock.

The First Emperor's lips moved slightly, his voice not loud, but it carried a penetrating power, each word clearly reaching Luo Fei's ears: "Grand Preceptor, I await your return."

Luo Fei nodded. At this moment, his face was blurred and difficult to recognize under the white light.

Immediately afterwards, the warm white light began to slowly recede, eventually condensing into a tiny point of light, before suddenly extinguishing.

Luo Fei's figure completely disappeared from the spot. The place where he had just stood was now empty, with only two shallow footprints left on the ground, silently proving that he had been here.

The First Emperor remained standing in the same spot, his gaze fixed on the bare ground except for the footprints.

He stood there for a very long time, so long that Fusu, standing beside him, almost thought his father was deep in thought; so long that Li Si, who was standing there, had legs that were aching from standing; so long that the guards at the door had quietly changed shifts.

Finally, his lips moved again, and a sound that sounded like a sigh or a lament escaped his throat.

Then, he spoke slowly, his tone calm yet authoritative: "Return to the main hall."

After saying this, the First Emperor turned and walked towards the main hall.

Fusu and Li Si quickly followed behind.

The three walked through the long corridor and returned to the main hall.

The First Emperor sat down behind the desk, his hands resting flat on the table, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

His gaze first shifted from Fusu's youthful face to Li Si's slightly aged face, then turned to the open doorway of the main hall, finally settling on the sunlit yet desolate courtyard outside the door.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice still not loud, but every word carried the weight of a thousand pounds: "Li Si, I want you to arrange for someone to find a few people."

Upon hearing this, Li Si immediately bowed and clasped his hands in a respectful manner, replying, "Please give your instructions, Your Majesty."

The First Emperor tapped his fingers lightly on the table, producing a crisp "tap" sound.

"Xiang Yu, Han Xin, Zhang Liang, Xiao He, and Liu Bang."

He pronounced the five names slowly and deliberately.

Fusu frowned involuntarily. These names were completely unfamiliar to him, and he was filled with doubt, not understanding why his father was looking for these unknown people.

Li Si's brows were also furrowed. He had read extensively and knew countless people, but he had never heard of these names before. However, he knew that the emperor's mind was unpredictable and dared not have any doubts.

The First Emperor slowly raised his hand from the table and clenched it into a fist.

"According to the Imperial Advisor, these people are my greatest concern."

His voice carried a hint of coldness.

"They are not yet a force to be reckoned with. I want you to find them before they become too powerful. If they can be used by me, then subdue them; if not..."

He paused, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Then kill them."

Li Si bowed even lower, his voice squeezed out from deep in his throat: "Your subject obeys the decree."

After saying this, he slowly withdrew from the main hall.

The First Emperor leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, a dazzling white light suddenly exploded in front of Luo Fei's eyes.

As the light gradually faded, what came into his view was the familiar warehouse. The air was filled with a strong smell of engine oil and metal, mixed with the unique, damp, slightly fermented smell of dust on the cement floor after it had been sprinkled with water.

His feet sank into the cement ground, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground, making a soft "rustling" sound.

He was standing in the courtyard of the Kyoto warehouse, the very spot where he had set off from Earth for the Qin Dynasty—the same area, the same concrete ground.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the heavy warehouse door, the sentries standing guard at the entrance, the row of tall poplar trees in the distance, and the hazy clouds in the sky.

Winter in Kyoto is still not over; the biting wind still carries a chill, and even when the sun shines, it feels utterly cold.

Just then, a soldier rushed out of the guard post at the warehouse entrance.

He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, holding a walkie-talkie tightly in his hand, the antenna of which swayed slightly in the cold wind.

His cheeks were red from the cold, the tip of his nose was particularly red, and his lips were cracked from dryness.

The soldier ran quickly to Luo Fei, stopped abruptly, snapped to attention, and saluted.

His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "General Luo! You're back! Director Qin specifically instructed me to report immediately upon your arrival!"

With that, he shouted into the walkie-talkie in his hand, his voice booming like thunder: "Report! General Luo is back! At the Kyoto warehouse! Repeat, General Luo is back!"

A burst of static immediately came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by a hurried voice filled with excitement and urgency: "Roger that. Standby."

The moment the words were spoken, the walkie-talkie was disconnected, and the static stopped abruptly.