Busy people were all vulgar people!
As he flew nonstop from Hutuo Mountain to Wa Emperor Palace, that sentence suddenly popped into Zhang Tie's mind.
Bian Heng had not immediately agreed to leave the Sky-Piercing Realm with Zhang Tie. Setting aside the unforeseeable and enormous risks that might arise during the journey out of the Sky-Piercing Realm, Bian Heng had lived here his entire life and still felt deeply attached to it. Being asked to suddenly go somewhere wholly unfamiliar—anyone would hesitate.
Compared to the world Zhang Tie had come from, the Sky-Piercing Realm was indeed smaller and lacked much of its splendor. But size was relative, a matter of the heart. In this world, many people might never leave the village or city where they were born, or the layers of palace courtyards behind high walls, yet they still lived out their lives peacefully and contentedly, or happily and carefree.
No matter what, compared with a village, a city, or nine layers of towering walls, the Sky-Piercing Realm was already boundlessly vast.
Because he understood this, Zhang Tie told Bian Heng to take his time considering it. The two could contact each other at any time, and once Bian Heng had made up his mind, he could come find him anytime over the next few days.
After settling all this, Zhang Tie left Hutuo Mountain. He did not eat there, did not stay the night, and did not even drink a sip of Hutuo Mountain's tea before departing.
Just as Zhang Tie was about to leave, Bian Heng suddenly asked him, "Where are you going next?"
"Wa Emperor Palace!" Zhang Tie answered.
Yet those three words made Bian Heng, who had only just calmed down, jump up again. He nearly sprayed saliva onto Zhang Tie's face.
"And you still