The Tower entrance was practically empty when Long Chen arrived.
Only a handful of disciples stood in line—maybe ten or fifteen total, compared to the usual hundreds. The courtyard felt eerily quiet, like a festival ground after everyone had gone home.
*Well, this is convenient,* Azazel said. *No waiting, or crowds. You can just walk right in.*
"Where is everyone?" Long Chen asked.
*Probably still at the platform trying to comprehend that space-folding technique. Or locked in their caves meditating on it, or banging their heads against walls in frustration.* Azazel's amusement was palpable. *Most of them have a better chance of making it to hell than learning that technique. The old man showed them something so far beyond their level, it's almost cruel.*
"But he said the disciple with the highest comprehension would be rewarded."
