After carefully searching the Grand Minister of Agriculture's residence, Zhang Tie left it openly and returned to the street outside.
By his reckoning, only a little over two hours had passed since he entered the Castle of Black Iron.
Zhang Tie recalled the map of Imperial Emperor City in his mind, and a thought suddenly surfaced.
I wonder what Xuanyuan Imperial Palace is like.
The moment that thought arose, another flashed into his mind like lightning.
Right—Bai Suxian said that Xuanyuan Imperial Palace also has the Martial Arts Repository. It contains thousands upon thousands of secret methods and battle skills, and only some members of the Imperial Clan are permitted to enter. If I could get inside...
Zhang Tie's heart began pounding violently.
Yet as he considered it, Zhang Tie hesitated slightly. That was no ordinary place, after all, but the imperial palace of Xuanyuan Hill. He could not be certain whether learning some of the battle skills and secret methods in the palace's Martial Arts Repository would cause any repercussions. He already had enough enemies, each more formidable than the last—the Heaven-Piercing Sect, the Devouring Party, the Devil Race. If the Great Xia Imperial Family were added to that list, Zhang Tie would be banging his head against the wall.
And beyond that, in the heart of every Hua clansman, the imperial palace of Xuanyuan Hill—the residence of the Emperor Xuanyuan—was an incomparably sacred place, the heart within the heart of the entire Hua Clan. Even sneaking in for a look while in the Soul Tribulation Realm left Zhang Tie feeling somewhat uneasy, inexplicably guilty.
Two voices rose and fell in Zhang Tie's heart. One urged him to go, saying it was no big deal and that no one would discover him anyway. The other advised him not to