Many important choices that determined one's fate did not come with many omens when they arrived. They were like the evening glow, like thunder on a rainy day, like a spring silkworm breaking from its cocoon—appearing before you so naturally, so plainly, so silently. By the time you truly understood that the choice you made then would decide the fate of yourself and many people around you, that moment of choice had long since passed, and there would never again be a chance to choose anew.
Zhang Tie did not know that he was now facing a choice that could determine his own future fate and that of many others. He merely felt that the Tracking Feather belonging to the person who had entered the temple afterward was extremely strange, and that person harbored an exceptionally strong desire to reach the mountaintop, though Zhang Tie did not know what he wanted to do there.
Yet at this moment, several choices lay before him.
One option was to ignore it. There were three Earth Knights here anyway, and the person who had entered the temple later did not know of Zhang Tie's existence. Once something happened, the three Earth Knights would naturally deal with it.
That person had crossed the hall very quickly, so quickly that Zhang Tie had almost thought he was a Phantom Knight. But that person's earlier hesitation and retreat before the three Earth Knights made Zhang Tie certain once again that his strength was merely at the Earth Knight level. If he had been a Phantom Knight, then whatever he wished to do atop the mountain, he would have had no need to care about three Earth Knights.
Perhaps that person had some special method that allowed him to pass through the hall so quickly.
This was