"Father!"
When Kang De teleported back to Horus's body through the spatial anchor, his iron son instantly understood what had happened. He asked, "Shall we set off now?"
Kang De's expression was calm. His mood had always been between good and bad these past few days. He was overjoyed to have saved his father, the peace that had just resolved the knot in his heart, and the joy of opening a new map. However, there would always be news to remind him that Red Maple City was still surrounded by the elves. There was a war that had not ended.
Even the war on Comoros' side was not over.
He shook his head and glanced at his watch. "We'll have to wait a long time."
Horus asked, "Why?"
"Because of the difference in the time anchor between the white fog world and Earth, the white fog world can at most anchor the state of Earth three hours ago… Oh, no."
He smiled bitterly. "It's become about two hours now."