The celebration of the Solar System Federation was in full swing, and Meng Ao, Lie Wuqing, and Drachmach were especially agitated. All these years of preparation, in which they had endured enormous pressure just in order to pass their hopes on to this group of youngsters, were not in vain!
The embassy ballroom was crowded with people. All the IG members were the protagonists today, and some Aslanian officials had also been invited. It had been too long since the Solar System had achieved any results in the IG, and as they and Aslan were still in their honeymoon period, it was necessary to show their thanks.
The political undertones were extremely strong, and Wang Zheng was evidently not comfortable with such matters. However, both Achilles and Lear were like fish in water and had started attending to the guests.
Meng Ao lightly lifted his wine glass, and the entire hall quietened down. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's drink a toast to our brave heroes!"
