There is no sunlight on the second underground floor of Xianyang Prison, and the only lighting is provided by candlelight.
The long-lost breeze blew on Gan Luo, taking away the bad luck of living underground, his past in Xianyang Prison, and his long-held obsession.
He put up his hand to cover his eyes. The dim light in the morning was a little too bright for him, so bright that he could hardly see the road ahead.
Li Si's ridicule made his face even gloomier. His hands, which were blocking the sunlight, were clenched tightly, hiding his unwilling face.
"With the Qin Sword in his hand, no one can stop him except Your Majesty."
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