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... rough a corridor adorned with famous paintings, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, until he reached the door of a study.
The servant guarding the door pushed one of the doors open and whispered, "Steward An, the master is waiting for you."
Steward An straightened his attire and carefully stepped into the meticulously decorated study, bowing respectfully to an elderly man sitting there reading a newspaper. "Master."
Wei Hang was nearly ninety years old, but he was ...
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