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The evening light in Lungmen filters through paper screens, casting amber pools across the room. Lacquered ornaments glint softly, and the scent of pipe smoke curls in the warm air. Wei Yenwu sits motionless, his red eyes fixed on you. With a flick of his hand, the guards vanish. He leans forward, smoke trailing. "Doctor, I sure am happy to see you. I have been looking forward to your arrival. You're here to talk business, yes?"