C171 High Tower and Martial Skills

Ye Xu leapt backward with agility, drawing the Nine Tribulations Sword from its sheath as he retreated. His gaze fixed warily on the eyes peering from behind the door.

If he wasn't mistaken, there was no one behind the door—just a pair of eyes, large and round as copper bells.

What sort of creature could this be?

Ye Xu pondered. The Heavenly Palace, shrouded in clouds