Zheng Xiu was sixty percent certain that the current changes were all due to the butterfly effect.
From his high vantage point, Zheng Xiu scanned his surroundings and found several familiar, conspicuous landmarks—including his own Zheng Family estate. In the front courtyard of the Zheng Family home stood a "Statue of General Zheng Haoran," glittering with gold, ostentatious and grand, and shining brilliantly in the morning sun.
The gaudy gold statue of the martyr Zheng Haoran was the most eye-catching landmark in the Imperial City.
'This is still Daqian!'
'But when did Daqian build such a tall cage?'
'Even if it's something as absurd as ten thousand men building it overnight, how could I have been moved here without any awareness whatsoever?'
Both shocked and furious, Zheng Xiu punched the bars of the cage.
The bars, forged from refined steel, were violently bent into a deep curve, yet Zheng Xiu suddenly felt no pain in his fist.
Master Zheng was tough enough.
