After landing on the makeshift airport of this brown planet on board the royal shuttle, I had already adjusted my mood. I had to admit, a phrase Lin Xue once said was indeed correct: Chen Wood's forte is his resilience, even stronger than a cockroach's.
Moreover, feeling sentimental for half a day over a race that merely looks similar to humans is indeed a waste of emotions.
"It seems like you've been doing well these past few days."
The first person I saw upon exiting the shuttle was a bearded uncle standing next to the temporary alloy landing platform, dressed in heavy power armor, saluting our way.
It wasn't hypocritical small talk; this formerly decadent-looking uncle, soaked in the smell of alcohol, now genuinely appeared to be in great shape.
