As the craftsmen lined up to leave their names on the castle walls, Treasure Flame Divine Lord and the others looked at Zhang Tie with strange expressions. Zhang Tie's respect for these lowly slaves had far exceeded their expectations. To Phantom Firmament-level knights like them, ordinary Warriors were no more than ants, much less these foreign slaves who were inferior even to ordinary people—perhaps they did not even qualify as ants.
"When I was young, I traveled across the various continents and subcontinents. I found that, apart from the Hua Clan, most people of other races liked to treat idleness and laziness as style and custom, stupidity like that of pigs as culture and tradition, savagery and vulgarity as bravery and strength, selfishness as cleverness and individuality, and **** depravity as romance and refinement. Even in the great nations of the Western Continent that had always proclaimed themselves civilized, most people were exceedingly shallow. They understood neither yin and yang nor distinguished the five elements; they feared power but not virtue, loved profit but not righteousness. They were like a realm of beasts. How could they compare with our Great Xia, blessed with abundant treasures, rich in culture and talent, with heroes emerging in endless succession?" Treasure Flame Divine Lord glanced at the craftsmen as if they were grains of sand and spoke with great disdain. "These foreign slaves are humble and lowly. They were born to serve our Hua Clan. As long as they are fed, clothed, and obedient, that is enough. Why should a True Lord go to the trouble of granting them honor?"
Zhang Tie had not expected Treasure Flame Divine Lord to be a racist. Still, it was hardly surprising. In Great Xia, Treasure Flame Divine Lord was certainly not among only a small number of