Time flew. In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since Ding Lingdang was sworn in as the highest Supreme Speaker of the Federation.
Every habitable planet in the Star Glory Federation had a different trajectory of both rotation and revolution, which resulted in differing seasonal changes or day and night cycles. However, judging from the passion of the people and the heated construction sites everywhere, all the planets and space stations had crossed the bitter winder enshrouded in the gloomy clouds of war. Their boundless vigor was brought back again as they entered the golden years of the warm spring.
Ding Lingdang, as the Speaker of the Federation, was naturally busier than ever.
