Lorenz Riel Seven Sages Meeting

Outside the ancient and solemn National Museum of the Philippines, the stillness of the deep night seemed to drape this treasury of history in a veil of mystery.

The museum's doors had long been shut tight,

announcing to the public that the day's visits had come to an end.

Yet,

deep within the library,

gentle lights still flickered stubbornly in the darkness, bringing a trace of warm illumination to this sleeping hall of history.

Amid those lamps, a middle-aged man in a neat work uniform wore a focused, steady expression as he meticulously restored precious collections carrying the Philippines' long history.

His movements were gentle and practiced, as though every touch was a silent gesture of respect toward these witnesses of history.

But at that moment, his movements suddenly paused, as though he had sensed something.

Even so, Li Weisi did not turn around. He merely said calmly:

"Rhine Mr., you finally came."

His voice was low and magnetic, exceptionally clear in the silent night.

As his words fell, a calm and familiar voice echoed through the empty museum:

"The Great Library's way of receiving guests has always been so plain and unadorned. It inspires admiration."

Before the voice had faded,

an elegant, gentlemanly figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was Su Wen, who had split off from the Resistors Organization. Of course, with Jiang Menghan watching over things there, he felt quite at ease.

Su Wen then turned his gaze toward the enormous archive:

Countless precious documents concerning the Philippines' historical changes were stored here. Every book and manuscript seemed like a memory buried beneath dust, waiting to be awakened once more:

"Since you have decided to let this banquet proceed and are prepared to completely expose the secrets they have hidden,

have you already grasped a method