The long and boring journey is a torment for most professionals.
Accustomed to a fast-paced life, this idle time inexplicably fills them with anxiety.
But for Lu Ping'an at this moment, it was an opportunity...
"It's truly, so beautiful...."
Xia Qin's absent-mindedness, her occasional glance at the sky, Lu Ping'an was actually reminiscing, reshaping that beautiful and majestic figure in his memory.
That great existence, by merely calmly and safely witnessing her, was Lu Ping'an's this time... no, perhaps the greatest gain of his professional career.
Existence is the result.
And the latter comers, by observing and witnessing feats, can naturally attempt to imitate.
The precondition, of course, is to have a pair of eyes that can see clearly.
"...there really is no fundamental difference..."
In Lu Ping'an's eyes, the Firebird's existence was actually quite simple, or rather, pure.
