A blind box shop opened outside Xianyang, selling only three cans a day. Business was booming, and all the guests came to watch the First Emperor's southern tour. Just as he was worrying, an old carriage stopped at the door. The curtain opened, and a middle-aged man with a sallow face coughed and handed over a copper plate: "Here comes one." Crazy system pop-ups: Destined person detected! Free gift: Life-extending elixir. The attendant next to him raised his eyes, his eyes as cold as knives. I recognized it—Zhao Gao.
