The real world.
The rain had stopped long ago, but the world remained damp because of it. The temperature was somewhat chilly, the air was exceptionally crisp, and water droplets slid off the tips of the leaves on the trees, striking the bluestone slabs with a barely audible patter.
Birds chirped, and insects poked their heads out.
An Yang still stood by the window, gazing at the outside world.
The small hills after the rain were wreathed in a bit of mist, presenting a pure white color floating halfway up the mountainside, illusory and ethereal, setting off the fields that had just sprouted tender shoots after spring plowing in the distance, making them appear exceptionally serene.
His gaze lacked focus, and it was a long time before he pulled it back, silently rubbing his temples.
Regarding the missions of Tian Lin, Huang Ju, and Song Qian, he already had some understanding: Tian Lin's mission difficulty was neither high nor low, and with proper strategy, it could be easily completed, but after all, he was fighting single-handedly in a war between two races, so if mistakes occurred, he could still lose his life;
The "Independence Day: Resurgence" that Huang Ju went to seemed not to be of high intensity, and ensuring his survival was very simple, yet the alien race's technology was still formidable; it would be very hard for Huang Ju to complete the mission without advance preparation, and moreover, he lacked the protagonist halo, meaning the probability of him being wiped out by indiscriminate attacks was quite high;
Song Qian's mission difficulty was the highest. He was merely an ordinary person and slacked off on exercise; apart from having a vague impression of the plot, his personal survival capacity was even inferior to those foreign men who died in