Duan Rong, Ximen Kankan, and Liu Shushan left the spot by the pond where they had been debating, and after walking for a while, they faintly heard the crisp sound of wind chimes not far away.
The three of them followed the direction of the sound, and after passing a few steep rocks, they saw that beside a cliff, there stood an unexpectedly seven-story ancient tower.
The tower was built of brick and stone, with thick wooden beams, looking old and simple at first glance.
On each of the four corners of the tower's eaves hung wind chimes, which tinkled softly as the breeze blew.
It was clear that the Taiyi Order must be inside this ancient tower as well.
The three of them moved towards the ancient tower, and when they were about three zhang away from it, suddenly a person emerged from the tower.
It was a pale-faced, slender young boy. As he stepped out of the ancient tower, his expression was tinged with a hint of defeat between his brows.
