The outcome is immediately clear.
Although Fu Qian's current appearance is also unusual, when it comes to the aura of a ruler, the person across from him clearly excels beyond compare.
Even more so because of where they're sitting, that flowing golden hair is perfectly illuminated by the light streaming in from the window, adding a touch of nobility that makes one involuntarily gaze upward—even though Fu Qian chose to look level.
Having reunited after a long time, the other party clearly isn't in a conversational mood, their face solemn like a sculpture.
Fu Qian did not rush in greeting but found an identical chair opposite, slowly sat down, and their eyes met.
This scene inexplicably brings to mind a chess game... how does that saying go?
The Lonely King pairs up, one lives, one suffers?
Undoubtedly a very bizarre scenario, one that Fu Qian can easily relate to.
While the description might be somewhat intense, in his view the actual situation might be even more so.
