Ran Ming's life was busy—or rather, life in the interstellar age was simply like that.
Once one left habitable planets and faced the dark depths of space, the chances of maintaining a regular schedule for long were slim unless one was a resilient cultivator or a professional member of the clergy. In those cold units of time, where day and night had no distinction, everyone developed their own rhythms, which then affected one another until everything became a mess.
Even in his own study, Ran Ming was constantly taking and making calls, both video and audio-only. He was hardly ever free. This was actually a good thing. If people suddenly stopped calling you, or if your calls to others never received any meaningful response, the implications would be far more serious.
In such circles, Ran Ming no longer possessed the sharp, spear-straight vigor of his youth. He had grown fat and suspicious, with vast amounts of information cycling through his mind every day, leaving his hair thinner as well. Only his face, which still looked quite proper even after gaining weight, gave his business partners a good impression.
After finally getting a brief moment of leisure, Ran Ming rose to stretch a little. Just as he was about to review some materials, Butler Pi Teng came in with a light snack and reported as well, "Sir, regarding that Tai Yu, there is an indirect lead that may be connected to him."
"Tai Yu? Indirect?"
Ran Ming remembered that when he had given Pi Teng his instructions, he had said to compile a report once a day. Under normal circumstances, he should not have heard that name from Pi Teng until tomorrow.
It had only been a few hours.
Without revealing anything, Ran Ming sat back behind his desk and gestured