Zhang Tie had slept wonderfully the previous night. The trace of tension and fatigue accumulated over more than a month of rushing about outside seemed to have been washed from his body after a single night. Zhang Tie was once again brimming with energy and full of life.
Even knights did not only have cultivation and battle to occupy them. A life with tension and relaxation in balance could still keep one more vigorous and sharp-minded.
Zhang Tie was just like that. The condensation of his Earth Chakra was still a distant prospect, so his body and mind relaxed. He proceeded step by step, following the proper order without haste. At times like this, there was no use in being anxious. Many Black Iron Knights could spend one or two hundred years without breaking through their realm. Zhang Tie had even less reason to worry. Slowly did it.
The morning air on Yiyang Mountain was so fresh that it seemed like crystal rinsed through melting ice water atop Erqida Mountain. One breath left a person refreshed and clear-headed.
After getting up, Zhang Tie took a bath, then changed into a fresh outfit from head to toe before leaving the Elders' Pavilion on Broadview Peak and heading toward the ancestral hall.
The Elders' Pavilion had everything one could need. There were over a hundred sets of clothing, hats, shoes, and socks in every style and cut. Everything Huaiyuan Hall provided for the family elders' food, clothing, and daily needs was genuinely top-grade custom-made merchandise. Take the black robe Zhang Tie was wearing at this moment, for example. It looked much like an ordinary silk robe, but according to Steward Yu, it was made from python silkworm silk unique to the Eastern Continent. On the Eastern Continent, python silkworm silk was a