Zhang Tie rose along with the others and, imitating them, performed a Sky-Piercing Realm hand salute.
Great Xia had an abundance of etiquette—cross-handed salutes, clasped-fist salutes, bows, deep bows, kneeling bows, kowtows. If one truly scrutinized them, every kind of etiquette had countless subdivisions. There were nine varieties of kneeling bows alone, enough to make one dizzy and utterly lost. Such customs were likewise products of their era and society. Yet in the Sky-Piercing Realm, because the war against the Devil Race had never ceased through countless millennia, etiquette here was far simpler, much like that of a military camp, preserving a certain ancient air. Ordinary people here exchanged only hand salutes when they met. Only when facing highly respected elders of one's clan, or Primordial Spirit Generals and Divine Emperors capable of founding temples, would one perform the head-lowered hand salute. The prayer salute was reserved solely for worship within temples or shrines.
The so-called hand salute consisted of crossing and stacking both hands before one's chest, then pushing them forward and raising them up—clean and decisive, the same for men and women alike.
With these two people arriving, Zhang Tie could only temporarily swallow his questions. He had been in the Sky-Piercing Realm for only a few days and had met few people; there was much about this world that he still did not understand, especially the various secrets and knowledge concerning this world's Divine General class. Once he gained a firm foothold here, he would have ample time and opportunity to ask others about those doubts.
With that thought, Zhang Tie no longer felt any need to hurry.
He did not know whether it was merely an illusion, but Zhang Tie felt that, when those two entered, they had each given him a deep, inconspicuous look.
"Apologies