The news from Liu Si had stirred Lu Yuan's previously tranquil mind once again.
He threw the sticks from the two grilled sausages he had eaten into the trash can beside the bus stop.
When the bus home arrived, he spent the entire journey thinking about the archaeological team.
Only after getting off did he realize he had forgotten to scan his card or pay the fare.
No wonder people on the bus were giving me strange looks, and that one auntie kept looking like she wanted to say something but held back.
Lu Yuan subconsciously stopped in front of a shop selling handmade ornaments, looking at his current reflection in the clean, bright display window.
His physique aside (which he had already dwelled on), his current aura was indeed rather intimidating.
In the arduous process of training, Fighters constantly refined their bodies and willpower.
It was like a piece of raw iron being constantly ground on a whetstone, eventually honed to a cold, dazzling edge.
