That night, the night breeze was cool.
By the river, in parks, and in other open spaces, a million Kongming lanterns, carrying countless thoughts and wishes, rose slowly into the gorgeous starry sky. Countless people looked up at the sky, filled with innumerable emotions.
「Meanwhile.」
Inside an old residence, Former Prime Minister Zuo Chang stood with one hand behind his back, the other holding a cigarette, its glowing tip flickering in the dark. He watched the sky full of Kongming lanterns, his sinister eyes narrowing tightly. More than a dozen men in black stood behind him, each with a stern expression and a powerful, surging aura.
