Within the Twelve-Layered Tower, Chen Xu spoke gently and unhurriedly.
He recounted the many messages he received when he first entered this tower to listen to the wind.
Some of these messages were too mysterious, so even Chen Xu himself found the insight vague; he simply glossed over them.
Yet, even so, even just revealing part of the messages was enough to repeatedly shock the listeners.
Someone, trembling all over in excitement, hurriedly asked:
"Can the Twelve-Layered Tower truly reach the heavens? Does stepping into the twelfth layer let one ascend?"
A pair of eyes fixed upon him, but Chen Xu simply smiled, his feet stepping atop the long scroll, moving upwards step by step, appearing leisurely and slow as he ascended.
He walked very slowly—so slow that he could converse calmly with everyone as he moved.
But no matter how slow, his steps were always firm and upward; he never ceased for even a moment.
