C418 Yang Sect's Thirteen Flying Generals

At the Crystal International Building, the stroke of midnight had come and gone. Miron had long since returned to the CEO's office. Seated in the expansive chair, he slowly closed his eyes, succumbing to the embrace of sleep. The moonlight, pale and gentle, cast his features in a stark relief, imbuing his face with an intimidating, austere chill.

In the silence, the office door had opened