Born in troubled times, one was often helpless to control one's own fate.
Zhang Tie felt that he seemed rather unlucky. Back on the Weiyi Subcontinent, he had always believed Great Xia would be a peaceful place, that everything in Great Xia would be tranquil and unhurried. Even amid the Holy War, Great Xia would remain a pure land for humanity, prospering forever. Here, he and his family could find a stable home. Before coming to Great Xia, Zhang Tie had even vaguely entertained a bold idea—if the situation truly became critical, he would simply organize a fleet in Great Xia and evacuate the people of the Ice and Snow Wilderness en masse.
Yet not long after arriving in Great Xia, Zhang Tie had been swept into its turbulent currents. Great Xia, peaceful for centuries, might become the eye of the storm with the arrival of this Holy War.
The Devil Race's arrangements within Great Xia ran far too deep. Zhang Tie did not know whether they had prepared for this day for one hundred years or two, but when this day arrived and the bombs they had buried throughout Great Xia began exploding one after another, the future of the entire Eastern Continent became shrouded in uncertainty.
Zhang Tie had another purpose in coming to Central Province this time: to see whether he could drag out the black hand hidden among Great Xia's Nine Ministers. But now, after reading the memories of those blood men, Zhang Tie discovered that this would not be easy.
Wen Haoyun, the Wen Family head of Flat Sand Valley, should have known something. However, that man had already fled, and all of Great Xia was hunting him. Finding him like a needle in the sea and prying information from his mouth was probably unrealistic.