When he saw that his parents were safe and sound and their house had suffered no damage, he could not help breathing a long sigh of relief.
At that moment, he could not help admiring his mother's foresight.
She had anticipated the potential crisis in Notting City early on, and the family had moved to another city hundreds of li away.
That was how they had escaped being caught up in the disaster.
He also discovered that there was now a little girl at home who looked about three or four years old.
The little girl was as delicate as a porcelain doll, and bore some resemblance to him as a child.
She was already skipping around the house first thing in the morning.
Every so often, she would babble about when her big brother would come home.
It gave Lin Yuan, who had been away for over five years, a taste of the family warmth he had not felt in so long.
But it was not yet time to go inside and reunite with them. After confirming that his family was safe and sound,
Lin Yuan flew toward Notting City.
Along the way, the closer he came to Notting City, the more traces of destruction he found in the cities he passed.
Notting City itself was even worse.
Although half a year had passed, the damage Tang Hao had inflicted still had not been fully cleared away.
Lin Yuan landed in a deserted alley, changed into plain gray clothes, and put on a veiled hat.
He made a few discreet inquiries.
What he learned was worse than he had expected: the first place Tang Hao had attacked that day had been the Spirit Branch Hall in Notting City.
A dark, mountain-sized hammerhead, fully a hundred meters long, had come