Reinhardt entered the bar, swept his gaze around, and after spotting the thing strapped to Zhang Tie's back, walked straight over.
Zhang Tie sensed something and turned around, seeing Reinhardt approaching in a colonel's uniform.
Ever since the two had met once in Moge City, Zhang Tie had not seen Reinhardt for a long time. Now that he saw him again, he noticed that at some point, Reinhardt had gained a scar over two fingers long on the left side of his face. The wound had not yet healed. The aura around Reinhardt had also become even sharper and colder.
To Reinhardt, seeing Zhang Tie again, he could barely recognize him. It was not merely the change in Zhang Tie's appearance, but the change in his aura. The last time Reinhardt had seen Zhang Tie, Zhang Tie had still been level nine, and his aura had carried no sense of oppression. Yet now, Reinhardt could already feel the pressure emanating from him. That pressure came from the resonance between the Iron-Blood Battle Qi the two of them cultivated, both of the same attribute. Those who had not cultivated Iron-Blood Battle Qi would not sense it nearly as clearly as Reinhardt did.
Zhang Tie smiled at Reinhardt, who sat down beside him. Reinhardt scrutinized Zhang Tie for a moment. "I almost didn't recognize you!"
"Couldn't be helped. This is a little better—saves me from causing any trouble!"
Though they had not met for a long time and much had happened in between, the two spoke as naturally as friends who had only been apart for a few days, without the slightest awkwardness. They chatted as casually as if talking about everyday matters.
Since Zhang Tie did not explain, Reinhardt naturally assumed that the changes in his appearance were due to something