Twenty-three years ago.
That was 1999.
It was the year when children who had been lost outside finally returned to their mothers' arms.
It was also the last few days of the millennium.
All of Huaxia was preparing to celebrate the millennium, and the streets were filled with a festive atmosphere.
Although people's lives were still simple, everything was flourishing and steadily improving.
Back then, Kyoto was nowhere near as prosperous as it would be more than twenty years later. Housing within the Fifth Ring Road cost only two or three thousand yuan per square meter.
There were not many vehicles on the roads either. Most were motorcycles and bicycles.
Even so, the streets and alleys were filled with the atmosphere of the approaching Spring Festival.
Instead of focusing on watching images of the past, Jiang Siming chose to head straight to the Heavenly Group's base.
The Heavenly Group's base more than twenty years ago was no different from the one now.
There was no festive atmosphere at all, only solemnity and seriousness.
The base was just like it would be twenty years later. The Heavenly Group members trained every day.
Even though they knew the Spring Festival was approaching, they all seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, burying themselves in arduous training.
Several Heavenly Group members would occasionally enter and leave the headquarters building Jiang Siming had visited several times.
Anyone who entered and then came back out would silently pack their belongings and immediately leave the base.
They were not going on vacation, much less taking a stroll. They were going out to carry out one secret and dangerous mission after another.
Almost every one of those missions was a narrow escape from death.
Many of the people who went never returned, and no one might