Late autumn in the capital always carries a lingering coolness. The wind blows the golden ginkgo leaves past the glazed tiles of the Star Office, and the rustling sound is mixed with the low roar from the distant workshop. Qiao Bianyun stood on the rooftop terrace, holding a star-shaped steel piece that had just cooled from the star energy furnace between his fingertips. The cold touch spread along the fingertips to his heart, which just suppressed the dull pain caused by excessive use of mental power.
