"How insolent! In the imperial court, how dare you spread heresies and delude the Emperor's mind with absurd talk of immortals!"
An official with graying hair broke the silence of the Daqing Hall. Looking to be over sixty years old, the old man glared sternly at Zhu Wen.
Though his hair was entirely silver, his expression was vigorous, his countenance steady, and his posture upright. He radiated an imposing aura, showing no trace of cowardice even under Zhao Yun's martial might.
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