Xu Yang arrived at the location of the Spirit Tower, his robes fluttering wildly in the raging wind.
The rune-carved tower gleamed with flowing light and vibrant colors, endlessly devouring the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.
A long queue had already formed at the entrance of the Spirit Tower. Xu Yang quickly walked to the back of the line and stood waiting.
The next moment, a familiar fragrant breeze drifted into his nose. He looked up and, coincidentally enough, the person standing right in front of him was none other than Leng Qiuyue.
"Why is it him again?" Leng Qiuyue thought to herself.
She had noticed the movement behind her, and upon turning to see Xu Yang, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Could she think I'm here to pester her?" Xu Yang wondered.
Seeing Leng Qiuyue's frown, a wave of suspicion washed over his heart.
