"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."
The First Emperor tried hard to suppress the urge to support himself with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, the sound of which was much louder than normal breathing.
The sound was deep and vast, as if it was the breathing of a god.
Every year during the Wax Festival, the First Emperor would be so tired after reading the magnificent and exquisite sacrificial text on this high platform.
The First Emperor once thought that this was related to the sacrificial text or the power of witchcraft, and tried to read the sacrificial text in the palace.
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