Sai Ruben

Beijing, within the palace grounds, in a secluded courtyard.

A figure in black robes stood in the center of the courtyard, eyes cold and imposing, emitting a faint aura of majesty and severity that made it difficult to look directly at.

In front of the figure in black robes, a person in white, wearing a mask, knelt half-bowed.

Next to the masked person was a prisoner, eyes covered by black cloth, body bound by silk, ears stuffed with cotton, and mouth gagged with black cloth. Apart from the sensations on his body, he knew nothing.

He was no ordinary person but the world's number one craftsman- Sai Ruben. Number One Heights had conferred this title upon him, allowing him to enjoy the highest privileges in any inn, mansion, or courtyard related to Wan Sanqian anywhere in the world. Moreover, they received special remuneration.

"Master, this is Sai Ruben." The person in the white mask bowed and, with a hoarse and indifferent voice, spoke from under the mask.