The passage of time is quick, and the years fly by.
In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed...
Of course, that's just a joke.
Wang Yunxiao just lay on the hospital bed, feeling like each day was as long as a year.
Outside the window, the grass was green, and spring was in full bloom.
Yet he was confined in this less than eight-square-meter special care ward for a whole month.
Eating special meals every day, lacking exercise, he had put on some weight.
The evacuation from Lanton proceeded smoothly; Avalon had been battered to the point of near paralysis, with no ability to launch a counterattack.
But the subsequent problem handling was rather troublesome.
The United Kingdom's diplomatic ambassador came across the sea, submitting a note to the Government of the Ming Country, severely condemning a certain self-proclaimed Iron Sparrowhawk with extremely grave language, demanding the Government of the Ming Country to punish the perpetrator and compensate for the losses.
