In this world, those who became legends were, after all, only a tiny minority. Most people still lived very ordinary lives. The ones who truly rose and fell dramatically were few. The trajectory of every person's fate carried a powerful inertia, and after several years apart, that inertia revealed itself once more in these friends around Zhang Tie.
Barry and the others had neither completely lost the "great ambitions" they had once held in Black Flame City and resigned themselves to mediocrity, nor performed any heaven-defying feat to dominate a region. Like countless ordinary people, they were striving upward, climbing with all their strength along the path they could see and touch.
A group of young men who had arrived in a foreign land, with his support and through their own unity and hard work, had spent several years gaining a foothold in an unfamiliar place. They had even successfully built their initial capital of two hundred thousand gold coins into six hundred thousand. That was no easy feat. Among young people their age, such an achievement could absolutely be called outstanding. Yet in Zhang Tie's eyes, compared with all he had experienced, such excellence had already become as plain as water.
Zhang Tie was reflecting.
Doug's enthusiasm, and his own indifference in the face of it, suddenly woke him up—Barry was still the same Barry, Doug was still the same Doug, and none of these people had changed. The one who had changed was him. He had changed, and so he could no longer summon the same passion for the matters and undertakings that could set Barry and the others aflame.
After everything he had experienced over the years—after personally destroying the Weiyi Subcontinent and founding the Sacred Ice Island Kingdom—honestly speaking, everything Barry and the others had done