Even as the sky turned black, the scholar continued standing unperturbed and motionless by the window with his hands clasped. Only after a servant shuffled in quietly to lit all the candles in the manor did the scholar reacted. He frowned and returned to his desk. Seemingly staring into a void, the scholar appeared deep in thought.
"Prime minister, Official Dong requests an audience with you." A man suddenly appeared out of the blue and reported.
"Dong Wufa? Please let him in." Echelons above the rest, this scholar was the top official of the Great Zhao Nation, Diwu Qingrou!
The next moment, a tall, lean man entered the room smartly.
"How do you do, Prime minister?"
"Please have a seat." Diwu Qingrou waved his arm gently and stared intently at the flickering flame of the candle. He asked quietly, "What brings you here, Official Dong?"