The sky was clear and boundless.
In the dark spire of the Council, there was a floating terrace.
Dozens of powerful professionals stood in neat rows.
— The rescue team was fully assembled.
They were undergoing the Council's inspection before they would depart to rescue the Shangmo family.
The bigwigs were seated on a higher level, holding a list of carefully selected personnel, comparing it while looking over the terrace for the professionals representing their families.
It was still early.
But the necessary ceremonies also would take much time, so—
"Please, the Chair may speak."
"Yes, well, I shall say a few words."
"All you young candidates—"
"Remember, you are the fresh blood of the Council, the pillars of your families, the stars of tomorrow standing here after being meticulously selected by the Council."
"This time, you will represent the Council as you go to the world of the Shangmo family for the rescue..."
The Chair went on and on.
