On the battlefield, Lu Ping'an felt as if he had returned to his hometown.
The fluttering cloak of snow became his camouflage, his eyes that couldn't be obscured by the blizzard allowed him to move freely.
His snow boots, a trait of his profession, enabled him to dash back and forth among the ancient trees, and his Gardener ability prevented the demonized plants from reacting violently.
Having adapted locally in advance allowed him to become more accustomed to the local battlefield and better avoid each combat situation.
But he also knew that some things were unavoidable...
"Who?"
"The one who will kill you."
The figure cloaked in black was standing before Lu Ping'an, unknowingly commanding all attention with their presence, giving Lu Ping'an a palpable sense of threat.
