From high above, beneath his feet stretched vast tracts of sparsely populated land and forests. Outside Tigerhold City lay great swathes of neatly ordered farmland; north of Tigerhold Harbor was an immense expanse of docks and shipyards. More than thirty kilometers beyond Tigerhold City, there was also a meticulously planned industrial district, threaded through by railways and highways that linked it to other places. Along those railways and roads, around the fields, scattered villages and small towns could be seen.
It was daytime now, and quite a few people were still working in the fields.
The landscape of Sun River Prefecture in You Province beneath him reminded Zhang Tie of the Andaman Alliance of old. From a rough glance in the sky, the two seemed to be at about the same level of development, though there were also some obvious differences.
The first difference was that the farmlands below were visibly more mechanized than those of the Andaman Alliance. Even from the sky, Zhang Tie could still see quite a few steam tractors and agricultural machines hard at work in the fields. The second difference lay in the dense Hua Clan style emanating from the buildings below, whether cities or villages.
Of course, the greatest difference was something the eye could not see.
Sun River Prefecture had a whole host of knights, while the entire Andaman Alliance did not have a single one. Their military strength was worlds apart.
Zhang Tie was somewhat excited, for beneath his feet at this moment was the homeland of the Hua Clan—Great Xia, the most powerful human nation in the world today.
Zhang Tie flew northwest. Just over half an hour later, after traveling a little more than four hundred kilometers, another city appeared before his eyes.
This city was not large. From the