"At a time like this, You Province may already be covered in snow. I wonder what Mom, Dad, Big Brother, Cheng Lei, and the others are doing now..."
Inside the Dragon Emperor Pavilion, Zhang Tie stood by the window of his small pavilion overseeing tower, gazing into the distance as goose-feather snow drifted down from the sky. At once, he thought of the snowy scenery in You Province, and homesickness instantly flooded his heart.
This was not the Weiyi Subcontinent, not the Earth Element Realm, and even less the Western Theater of Great Xia. This was the Sky-Piercing Realm, a wondrous place. This place and that world were two entirely separate worlds. Perhaps everyone back home believed he was already dead. And counting the time, Bai Suxian and Yan Feiqing should have become mothers by now. In that world, he had gained several more children.
Zhang Tie was not worried about his children. He was only somewhat worried about his father and mother. He did not know whether they could withstand such a blow, whether they could still live as happily as before. And by now, Golden Crow Hall and Iron Dragon Sect must already have become irreconcilable enemies with the three great sects.
He had already made many contingency arrangements over there, so the three great sects could not do anything to Golden Crow Hall in the short term. But what would happen over time was something Zhang Tie could not say for certain. After all, that world was in the midst of a Holy War. Great Xia's situation was itself unsettled, while the Devil Race watched like tigers stalking their prey from the side. Anything could change. The three great sects held an absolute advantage in high-level combat power over Golden Crow Hall. Under the current circumstances, that