The following morning, the rain was still falling.
Enshrouded within the curtain of rain, the city had yet to awaken, with magnetic rail trains weaving between the buildings, a teal projection of a giant dragon intermittently visible amidst the grey clouds.
A large military helicopter slowly descended onto the Jade Pavilion's helipad, the swirling winds kicking up a water curtain.
A dozen Inner Guards, holding umbrellas, escorted Zhao Ling and Wei Tianyang to the steps of the helipad.
Wei Tianyang carried a black travel bag, dressed in a thick, light green pilot's jacket with brown cargo pants and brown mountain boots. On his wrist, he wore an expensive custom smartwatch that kept him in touch with Zhao Ling at all times.
Zhao Ling wore a black satin cheongsam, covered by a casual overcoat, and had her hair tied back in a ponytail. Just like their first meeting three years ago, she stood with her hands behind her back, quietly watching him.
"Let's go," Wei Tianyang said.