To be honest, Zhang Tie had a sense of justice, but it had not reached the deranged extreme where he would charge recklessly at the mere mention of the Devil Race in this world. Perhaps his state of mind had changed somewhat. Since arriving here, whenever he heard people on the airship mention the so-called Devil Race over the past two days, Zhang Tie had remained utterly unmoved. His feelings toward this world's Devil Race had faded considerably. Although he still personally despised and hated them, he could no longer find within himself the same passion and sense of duty he had felt when battling the Devil Race by the Wei River in Great Xia.
This world had Saint-tier beings. Each Saint-tier being had established a temple, and beyond them were even more powerful existences. Matters concerning the Devil Race were not something an outsider like him needed to swagger in and act like some big shot over.
The Sky-Piercing Realm also seemed to have countless threads connecting it to the world he had come from, though Zhang Tie could not explain what exactly was going on between the two. But he had not come here to conduct archaeology or write papers, so he cast such things—things that might interest bookworms—to the back of his mind. Though he remained curious, he no longer concerned himself with them. To Zhang Tie, this world held many secrets and many unknowns. If he could learn of them, then he would; if not, he would not lose a hair over it. He would simply let nature take its course. There was no need to waste energy on such vague and intangible matters.
After leaving the port of Heavenly Square City, Zhang Tie strolled through the city, observing this unfamiliar yet fresh place as he