"Us ordinary folk are really, truly happy today. The New Year is all about ringing out the old and welcoming the new."
Amid Siberia's icy wilderness, an Eastern New Year tune that had only made it onto the Spring Festival Gala a few years ago echoed back and forth as Lu PingAn happily swung from the treetops.
"You're very happy?"
Meanwhile, Cat Cat was so stifled she was practically ready to explode.
"I am indeed very happy. After all, I'm on the upslope. Uh, I really wasn't implying that someone is currently going downhill."
It only seemed to make things worse, so Lu PingAn obediently shut up.
Facts were facts, and that was the logic of it, but the same matter felt completely different to the two of them. Lu PingAn was, after all, only Rank Six. Surviving at the hands of a Rank Eight combat Professional who had gone all out meant that he himself had made enormous progress.
It meant he could now hold his ground on high-level battlefields. It meant his Twin Tactic still had room for development on top-tier battlefields.
More importantly, it meant his set of abilities was well-structured and had ample potential to be unearthed as he continued developing, without needing to go back and start over. It was like taking an important midterm: he had not scored brilliantly, but he had passed. All he needed afterward was to fill in the gaps rather than rebuild his foundation from scratch. Naturally, he was rather pleased.
As for nearly dying? Lu Mouren truly did not take that to heart. He had merely confirmed the reality that, even as he was now, he still should not casually wander around in front of top-tier combat Professionals.
But in Big Cat's eyes, she had been pressed down and