Zhang Tie had far, far too much he wanted to say...
At that moment, an impulse surged through him. He wanted to tell Lan Yunxi loudly that he had the Castle of Black Iron, that he had Little Tree, that he was God's Dominator, that the Devil Race he had slain numbered far more than ten million...
Those words weighed heavily on his chest, like an enormous boulder.
Once, at the moment he became a knight, and for a long time afterward, Zhang Tie had believed he had taken control of his own fate.
But now, the feeling of his chest being torn apart told him that perhaps he could control his own fate, yet he still could not control the fates of others. So often, if one could not control the fates of others, then even if one controlled one's own fate, what meaning was there in watching the people most important in one's life walk one by one down the path one never wished to see?
Whether it was the Three Dukes of Great Xia in the future or the hidden mastermind who had plotted against him, neither was something he or Huaiyuan Hall could contend with now. Therefore, as knights of Huaiyuan Hall, they could only press forward one after another, staking their own fates to fight for the survival of all Huaiyuan Hall and their family. This was the inescapable destiny of family knights.
"We can leave Great Xia! All of Huaiyuan Hall can return to the Weiyi Subcontinent, return to the Ice and Snow Wilderness. There, no one will be able to do anything to us!" Zhang Tie roared.
At this moment, Zhang Tie truly had the urge to take Lan Yunxi, his family, and Huaiyuan Hall far away from all conflicts and grudges.
"Don't