At the banquet, Zhao Tieyi was still eating in silence. Zhang Mingshu had already informed him that the day of departure was approaching.
During the years he had lived here, his parents had been fighting on the front lines of the Evil Dragon Pool Secret Realm and rarely had the chance to come see him.
Fortunately, he had so many older brothers and sisters to look after him.
He was not afraid. He was a man, and he had grown up. He would learn the skills he needed, then go protect his parents.
In his memories, his father, Zhao Wuji, had always been a towering figure. In the waters around Evil Stream Island, he commanded his own fleet and possessed formidable combat strength. He had an independent voice and was not controlled by King Zhao or the Zhao Household.
His mother, Wu Ling'er, on the other hand, was always so cautious. She had already lost the spirited liveliness of her youth.
After having a child, she had gained a weakness. Behind her stood, on one side, the sect that had raised her, and on the other, Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tieyi, her closest family. She was always caught in the middle.
Young Zhao Tieyi had not understood at first. Only after discussing it with his older brothers and sisters late at night did he gradually come to understand a little. The adult world was far too complicated.
He had to wait until he had enough strength to protect himself—and protect them too—so they would not be bullied by bad people.
So in truth, Zhao Tieyi felt only a little sorrow at parting, and he did not reject going to Peach Blossom Island.
Zhou Buding arrived in Haining City at the appointed time.
There was no ceremony or banquet. He simply