The unfamiliar environment around made Lasso fall into a brief contemplation, as if he had dreamed a grand dream from ancient times. When he awoke from the dream, it seemed even his decaying body had regained vitality.

"Over ten years..." He looked around, his face full of disbelief, "Has my body been frozen all this time."

"Yes, it is. Can you move now?"

With stiffened hands, he tried moving his fingers. After constant attempts, a moment later Lasso was able to slowly move his body.

He looked at Feng Yi, at this boy he had raised from childhood. The man before him seemed unchanged until Lasso noticed the green-skinned dinosaur on Feng Yi's shoulder, making him smile pleasantly... He could still clearly remember that this artificial intelligence was what he left for Feng Yi.

"Seems like you two are a good match."

"Haha, Eggie knew you'd be tough."

"Old man, welcome back." Feng Yi was smiling too at this moment, a knowing smile, with rare moisture at the corners of his eyes, saying, "Want a drink or some fresh air?"

"Fresh air..." Lasso's muddled eyes sparkled, he laughed, "Honestly, I still find it hard to accept how ten years passed in the blink of an eye. But you've changed, kid, in temperament, but..."

"But what?"

"You're grown but still as perceptive as a blind dog, not even thinking to bring me out."

Feng Yi rested his chin on his hand, "You've always been blunt with me, haha, that's very Lasso, won't happen again."

A cane came whistling towards Feng Yi, but suddenly stopped just before hitting him, "Why didn't you dodge, silly boy."

"I figured you wouldn't hit me."

Lasso put down the cane, realizing he could move freely even without it, more agile than he was in life: "Tell me about your experiences, rascal."

"Too much has happened over these years."

With a bitter smile, Feng Yi shook his head, finding it hard to sum up in words, not knowing where to start, whether from the end of the war, the bizarre events, or...

The two talked as they walked, the emotions after meeting were not as intense as Feng Yi once imagined; rather, they were calm and collected. Although at this special moment he had a lot to say inside, it was the sediment of time that made him appear truly mature now.

Lasso was quite relieved, in their brief conversation, he had gathered from Feng Yi the general situation.

When they reached the end of the passage, Francis approached with a spring in his step, completely devoid of the Sword Holder's aura, with less of the rogue vibe, seeming instead like a humble junior, his polite demeanor even Feng Yi found unaccustomed to.

"Lasso Grandpa, long time no see."

"Hey, Francis, Feng Yi hasn't been taken care of by you, has he?"

"Not at all, this is just what juniors should do..."

Feng Yi was taken aback; his comrade had galloped through iron and ice across the land; how could he let you take care of him? Yet seeing Francis's proud face, he chose not to argue, whatever makes the old man happy.

"But aside from that, what are your plans, continuing to travel the world?"

"Haha, frankly, I haven't thought about the future, but I lean towards traveling."

"Then, Lasso Grandpa, the first stop must be Alpha. My grandfather has been talking about you all these years."

"That old man Gandalf?"

Lasso especially remembered entrusting Feng Yi to Gandalf back then while being in Maraca, a round trip wasn't just a matter of days, considering whether to go...

Who knew Francis had prepared a transport, always ready for this.

Lasso couldn't help but be secretly surprised; are modern people all this extravagant, waste is the original sin - but he learned from Feng Yi that Francis managed the Bounty Tribe for freelancers, on a rather large scale, so he agreed happily.

Meanwhile, Francis took out a radar watch and discreetly sent two Heavenly Communications.

Soon after, the three appeared at the central square of Alpha, indistinguishable from the scene in his memory, the years hadn't washed away its original tone, the bustling downtown remained crowded.

Walking in the square, Lasso hesitated slightly, suddenly filled with emotion, life is wonderful...

He saw those friends in groups of threes and fives, couples showing affection, as well as the endless view of young women, their bright appearances constantly surging with the rhythm of youth, this city brimming with life.

Especially before the open-air projection, the scene of two warriors fighting hand-to-hand aroused excitement.

The people of Alpha have always been fiercely spirited, known as the martial capital, never lacking intense combat. This sight inevitably reminded Lasso of Feng Yi in his youth...

As a freelance mercenary, Feng Yi at 12 was already able to hand fight through 7 zones of the Colonial Planet. The harsh survival environment and high gravity tempered not just his will but also an impressive physique, essential conditions for survival on Colonial Planet - he was stronger than anyone, with a heart neither overbearing nor servile, though a bit impulsive, but this wasn't enough.

Precisely because of Feng Yi's superior combat talent, he guided Feng Yi to Alpha, under the pretense of paving the way, believing he could make a difference.

Feng Yi didn't let him down - now, he was already an independent man.

And because of this, after hesitating slightly, Lasso didn't continue toward Gandalf but suddenly called Feng Yi, turning toward the crowded areas.

Seconds later, Feng Yi and Francis exclaimed simultaneously.

Francis: "Huh? Looking for someone to start shooting?"

Feng Yi: "Testing skills?"

Francis was stunned for several seconds... secretly clicking his tongue!

Lasso wanted Feng Yi to find someone for a duel, wasn't it a punch per kid? Surely, there's no suspense, right? This is too rash, although Francis also didn't know Feng Yi's level, not to mention just Alpha, even across the world, there probably aren't many who could take Feng Yi's hits.

The coincidence was, few could command Feng Yi in such a manner, yet Lasso could, truly one thing subduing another.

Feng Yi looked utterly frustrated, "I'm telling you old man, you're not kidding are you."

"I am certainly not kidding; you suppress your power and spar with them."

Feng Yi felt emmm...

He very much wanted to ask why, but some questions a man shouldn't ask. He considered himself fairly filial, but this matter...

"Alright, alright, I understand."

Listening to Lasso's rules, which were spot-on, Feng Yi was somewhat impatient, both helpless and incapable of arguing. No matter how he suppressed the realm, the dimensional leap truly existed. Though deeply knowing this was the old man's test after reincarnation, he still felt speechless, extremely speechless, unbelievably speechless...

While walking, Feng Yi discreetly put on a mask to avoid being recognized. Once his identity was exposed, it would certainly cause a sensation, further complicating matters. But such variables were evened out by the old man.

Francis leaned secretly into Feng Yi's ear, gloating, "Comrade, you're in trouble; need me to tell you about the shooting rules?"

"What rules, I have no idea."

"Hehe, you've fought all these years yet don't know bronze league rules."

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