When the storm had passed, the forest was reborn, refreshed by the rain and the wind. The air was cool and clean, filled with the scent of wet earth and green growth. Xia Qingzi looked at his friends, at Zhong Wanbing taking to the skies once more and at the tiger, its eyes gleaming with a deep and abiding friendship. In that moment, they were full – full of life, full of joy, and full of a sense of completeness that only such deep and abiding friendships could bring.