Before they realized it, Lunar New Year had reached its end. It would be a year before it came around again.

Despite that, time was a fleeting concept. Any time passed would not return. 

Morning came and the sun rose from the east, painting the horizon a brilliant orange. Standing before the tall windows of his office, Xia Lei watched the sunrise. He could feel the strong bustling energy radiating off it. But even if the Sun was the centre of the solar system, it would eventually die someday.

Xia Lei averted his gaze elsewhere. Under the skies stood a majestic church built in a style akin to the Sagrada Familia. Standing before its entrance was Long Bing and the four female knights, seemingly engrossed in their conversation. Alongside the five women were worshippers from every corner of the globe. This was the formation of Thunder Horse Organization’s very own armed force. 

In the tranquil front yard of the Peace Mansion was Jiang Ruyi, busy knitting baby clothes for her child. She was not like Long Bing and Liang Siyao. She wasn’t someone who could stand alongside him in the heat of battle. Jiang Ruyi was also not someone with a high authority position like Fan Fan. All in all, Jiang Ruyi was just a...