"You really are Tate's son. Your features look so much alike, but you're much better-looking than that fellow!"
Lidun laughed heartily.
After Lidun mentioned Tate's name, the atmosphere abruptly changed, inexplicably turning into a grand reunion with relatives. Besides Lidun, quite a few others came to talk to Kahn, leaving him rather unaccustomed to it.
Setting aside the original owner's memories of Tate, he, a transmigrator, had never even met that ready-made father of his.
But it was also clear that these men were not only Iroh's former subordinates; they had also been close to his father.
Killing them wasn't enough-you had to stab them in the heart too, huh? Well done, Ozai!
Kahn once again marked a heavy black mark against Ozai in his heart.
Lidun's behavior put the others at ease. Some quietly asked about Kahn in private, while others curiously studied Azula beside him.
After all, the two were simply too young. What rescue effort would send only two children?
Meanwhile, Kahn was also studying the men before him. Their long flight had left every one of them looking thoroughly bedraggled, and they all gave off a strange stench. Rather than an army, they looked more like a band of refugees.
At the same time, however, the quality they displayed was impressive. Even startled awake from sleep, they could react quickly. Although they had panicked briefly at first, they had immediately taken measures in response. They could certainly be called well-trained.
"Tate was always showing off his wife and son to us. After that battle, we brothers had planned to look after you and your mother in his place. Unfortunately, once Ozai took power, he immediately scattered us, and we ended up like this."
Speaking of the past, especially what had happened after Tate died in battle,