Never Bow Your Head

The airship resting on the ground looked like a colossal beast dozens of stories tall. Thick steel cables ran straight down from its hull, like the ropes pegged into the ground when pitching a tent, fastening it securely to wooden stakes. If it was not secured, a giant like a Gale-class airship could suffer a serious accident when parked on the ground if a strong gust of wind swept through.

Docking a large airship on the ground was like bringing a massive ship into harbor—it was a technical job, not something that could be done carelessly. This was another skill Zhang Tie had picked up over the past few days. As he looked at the airship that gave him such immense pressure, thoughts no one else knew churned through his mind—

It had been many days since he had entered the Castle of Black Iron to eat fruit. He wondered whether the demonized puppets he had killed during this period had produced any new fruit. Or perhaps he could make another Soul Tribulation Fruit and experience what it felt like to pilot a Gale-class airship in the Soul Tribulation realm.

The enormous airship was docked on a broad stretch of sand. Many people were coming and going through the open hatch at its rear. This place had clearly become Huaiyuan Hall's temporary command headquarters in Tianhan City. It was not somewhere just anyone could enter. Two rows of fully armed Huaiyuan Hall soldiers stood guard at the hatch, carrying out sentry duties. Without permission, not even Hidden Dragon Hall students could freely enter or leave.

Led by the two stewards, Zhang Tie smoothly entered the interior of the giant airship and arrived outside a room on its second floor.

"Reporting to Elder, Zhang Tie has arrived!" After lightly knocking on