Sometimes, morality and immorality were determined by whether you had patience.
Thinking of this, Zhang Tie showed a resolute expression and a victorious smile before completely retracting his hand. Sucking in a deep breath, he gave a final glance at the small tree. Zhang Tie locked onto the miraculous arched door in his mind and left the Castle of Black Iron…
Zhang Tie never knew that this small, patient choice of his had made him more mentally mature.
