C226 Swallowing the Medicinal Soup

The following night, under the glow of the silver moonlight that had just begun to bathe the earth, a palace steeped in shadows housed a man of formidable stature. With thick brows and large eyes set in a face lined with wrinkles yet smooth to the touch, his expression was inscrutable, betraying neither joy nor sorrow. His attire, a light red robe etched with bizarre patterns