On the battlefield, Lu PingAn felt as if he had returned home.
His fluttering garment of snow concealed him, while the eyes the wind and snow could not obscure let him move freely through the storm.
Snow boots imbued with the traits of Metamorphosis and Spiderwalk sent him darting back and forth among the ancient trees.
The Gardener's traits kept those corrupted plants from reacting too aggressively.
The local adaptation he had undergone beforehand allowed him to better adapt to the battlefield here and avoid one clash after another.
Still, he knew that some things could not be avoided.
"Who?"
"The one who's here to kill you."
A black-cloaked figure had appeared before Lu PingAn at some unknown moment. A powerhouse who seized every eye simply by standing there gave Lu PingAn no small sense of danger.
Yet on another level, Lu PingAn remained calm. Since reaching the peak of the sixth tier, the hypersensitive alarms of his overly stimulated Spiritual Intuition had gone off more than once or twice.
Every high-level Professional had a few trump cards. Destroying a small body like Lu PingAn's on a physical level was no difficult task, but those truly capable of doing so had, at least for now, not crossed his path.
"An East Country Person? East Country People don't lie to or fight East Country People."
The impeccably spoken Eastern Kingdom language made Lu PingAn want to keep trading quips, if only to glean more information.
"Ha, that joke's hard to laugh at. At least ninety-nine percent of the people who want to kill me, and the people I want to kill, are East Country People."
The black cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing an unfamiliar figure that seemed to abruptly swell in size. The short axe in one hand and long