Many times, once a person reached a certain stage, as their vision, abilities, and realm improved, they could let go of many things and face them with calm detachment.
Back in Black Flame City, one of Zhang Tie's dreams had been to buy a large house for his family. He had worked hard toward that goal, imagining countless times where in the city the house should stand, how its rooms should be arranged, what furniture it should have, what curtains to use, how the lawn in the courtyard should look, what scenery should be laid out there, what trees should be planted in the yard, and so on. Zhang Tie had carefully sketched out, pondered over, and considered every one of those details. After all, it had been a "major matter" involving "hundreds or even thousands of gold coins." But now, even for something like building a Class A city, once Zhang Tie made the decision and exchanged a few thoughts with those around him, he simply handed the matter over to others.
Even though this newly built city would one day become Great Xia's and humanity's "blood sacrifice goods trading center," even though it was a massive project requiring an investment of tens or even hundreds of millions of gold coins, Zhang Tie no longer worried about it. He did not even care anymore where the city ought to be built.
Money—Zhang Tie had already let it go, facing it with detachment.
For Zhang Tie, now that he knew the Blood Sacrifice Furnace could no longer provide greater help for his current condition, the Little Tree within Castle of Black Iron had become the thing he most urgently wanted to grasp.
The Little Tree had shown him countless miracles and brought him countless surprises. This time, Zhang Tie longed