Eventually, Xu Feng would have to talk about what happened to him and where he had been for the last three months. The people closest to him deserved an explanation for their worries.
If he had the option, he'd like to talk to Xuan Jian first—to solidify what story to spin up. Talking about other worlds might bring more danger to his loved ones than peace of mind. There were still powers within Dongzhou he needed to be wary of.
Being a dragon should mean he was an undefeatable entity—at least in his head—but with all the old farts from immortal bloodline families and the restrictions of the continent, he needed to proceed with some caution.
Xu Feng didn't understand how there were almost always no repercussions when transmigrators began face-slapping in novels. Did being a transmigrator make one all-powerful? Why was he not the supreme power of the land?
Maybe that was too much. He had conquered death, after all—that was very golden-halo-like.