The tenth day of the Lunar New Year.
The streets of the Imperial Capital still carried lingering traces of the New Year festivities.
Red lanterns hung from the branches of trees that had not yet shed all their leaves.
When the cold wind blew, they swayed gently.
Lin Yuan pushed open the heavy iron gates of the residential compound and strode into the chilly morning air.
Today was the day he returned to duty after his leave.
His family had not come out to see him off.
Before dawn had even broken.
Father Lin and Mother Lin had gotten up to simmer a pot of rich bone broth.
It was good stuff, brewed overnight from the leg bones of Third-Tier Ferocious Beasts.
Lin Yuan drank three large bowls, leaving his whole body warm and his blood and qi brimming.
As for Lin Xiaoxiao, she had pestered him for martial arts guidance last night until she collapsed on the sofa. She was still asleep now.
Such an ordinary, warm life was nothing short of a luxury for ninety-nine percent of humanity on Blue Star.
But Lin Yuan understood clearly.
This peace was built upon the bloody battles of millions of Dragon Country soldiers, and even more so upon the spear in his hands.
Half an hour later.
A military off-road vehicle stopped before the gates of the Martial Arts Research Institute.
The atmosphere here was completely different from the outside world.
Soldiers armed with live ammunition patrolled back and forth, their gazes sharp.
Researchers hurried about, clutching all kinds of top-secret documents tightly in their arms.
This was Dragon Country's highest-level martial arts brain.
Even during the New Year, it had never stopped operating.
Lin Yuan headed straight for the No. 1 Conference Room.
When he pushed open the door, Elder