Within the territory of the Tower of Myriad Treasures, Duran had transformed his private resting space into a brilliant starry sky.
Countless stars hung overhead, flickering softly in the darkness.
A pale-faced young woman sat in a wheelchair.
She seemed to be enduring unimaginable pain, and even her frail body trembled uncontrollably.
Her eyes remained tightly closed.
As Duran observed her, he suddenly muttered,
"All four supreme treasures in the Heroic Spirit Corridor were bought outright by the same mysterious powerhouse."
"Lina, don't you think that's strange?"
"Haha…"
Duran looked at the young woman with indescribable tenderness.
He had never shown such a gentle smile to anyone else.
The girl in the wheelchair did not immediately answer.
She could not even open her eyes.
Instead, a strange, broken laugh escaped her throat.
Yet to Duran, that eerie laughter sounded like the most beautiful music in the world.
With her eyes still closed, Lina quietly replied,
