Fang Hao stood on the stone steps, which were wide enough to race horses on, and looked up. The steps extended upwards, vanishing into the depths of the pitch-black tower, with no end in sight. The stone walls on both sides were high and steep, carved with twisted, incomprehensible murals and runes that exuded an ancient, archaic aura. A faint scent of dust hung in the air, and it was terrifyingly quiet; he could only hear his own heartbeat.
"Everyone has already run off..." Fang Hao muttered. That bunch from the Mu Family and Heavenly Sword Sect ran faster than rabbits; they were probably already rushing upwards. He wasn't in a hurry, though; he decided to stay steady and observe the environment first. This hellish place looked ominous, and rushing in blindly was a good way to fall into a trap.
