This was an ancient-looking hall.

It was located in the middle of a row of houses styled in a similar fashion, replete with clear glazed roof, carved fretwork doors and brand new windows. The place looked new, but a trained eye would know that these all dated back to the Qing Dynasty.

The row of houses were guarded closely with a series of armed soldiers, all of whom carried live rounds with them. From time to time, there would even be women dressed in suits or Cathayan tunics patrolling the area silently. The grave expressions on their faces only deepened the air of sobriety around them.

Surprisingly, there was an office located in the middle of the hall. A lean old man with white hair sat across a table from Lei Jun, “So, his answer was six months later?”

He coughed as he spoke. At once, an attendant behind immediately popped open a pill bottle with no markings on it and poured out a yellow pill for the man. The old man waved his hand and stared intently at Lei Jun.

“That’s right.” Lei Jun was standing earlier, and he finally sat down once more with an erect posture. He might be known as one of the three strongest experts in the mortal realm, but he still carried himself with great respect before the old man.

After all, anyone who worked for the nation’s well-being and development deserved his utmost respect.

After all, they were the ones who had helped Cathay get back onto their feet and propelled them to the top of the international arena once more.

The old man...