Zhengzheng, a name that thundered in everyone's ears: former admiral of the Fire Nation navy, a Firebending Master, and now the most powerful rebel.
The moment that name was spoken, the Royal Guards' expressions turned grave, while the prisoners all looked delighted.
Zhengzheng's formidable strength and elusive movements had left the Fire Nation's efforts to hunt him down ending in defeat year after year, utterly at a loss. They had never expected someone like him to suddenly appear here.
Kahn had an additional memory of him: when Iroh had learned of Zhengzheng's defection, he had seemed very pleased.
Iroh and Zhengzheng had quite a few things in common, so they presumably had considerable history together. But whether Zhengzheng was also a member of the White Lotus Society, Kahn did not know.
Kahn studied Zhengzheng. With a head of disheveled white hair and a tattered brown cloak draped around him, he looked like a down-and-out old man. His face also bore an ever-present air of sorrow and solemnity.
"The Royal Guard... So it really is Princess Azula. And Iroh's disciple, too."
His calm gaze swept over everyone before finally settling on Kahn, his eyes carrying the disappointment of someone lamenting iron's failure to become steel.
"You've lost yourself in the flames too. Is it also in pursuit of so-called power?"
Kahn paused. This old man spoke in such strange abstractions. What did he mean by losing himself in the flames? It really left him scratching his head.
How should I answer?
Kahn considered for a moment, then chose to put on an inscrutable expression and said:
"I'm merely pursuing what I pursue."
At those words, Zhengzheng's expression grew even more complicated. In the end, he heaved a deep sigh and said nothing more.
Kahn secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If