High Spirits

To be honest, Zhang Tie did not care how many shady secrets old Juventus had outside. Nor did he care what would become of the Gray Eagle Tribe in the future, or into whose hands it would fall. Under those circumstances, he had muddied the waters here for one reason: to make life a little more comfortable for himself. The other reason—perhaps one Zhang Tie himself would never admit—was that he actually felt a little sympathy for Aurora.

Zhang Tie was not the sort of person overflowing with a sense of justice, but he really could not stand watching two old men bully a woman.

No matter how Aurora or the others in the Gray Eagle Tribe defined his current status—whether as Aurora's property, captive, or slave—Zhang Tie did not care about any of it. To him, those things were merely temporary labels and forms of address, utterly meaningless.

Because this place was only a small waystation to Zhang Tie. He knew he would not stay here long before leaving.

Even now, this journey through the Ice and Snow Wilderness felt like a strange adventure and journey to Zhang Tie. His ambition had begun burning across this land, yet his state of mind had remained relaxed.

After what had happened yesterday, the relationship between Zhang Tie and Aurora had changed somewhat. They were both enemies and friends, yet neither enemies nor friends. Xibo Language had no precise way to express such a relationship. If it had to be described, it was best summed up by an old saying of the Hua Clan—no friendship without a fight.

Though they had met, they were still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from truly knowing one another.

Although Aurora had removed Zhang Tie's restraint collar, she did not mention the Bone Explosion