Draco and Eva began to sweat internally, as they trembled greatly. Their faces warped into weak smiles as they hurriedly refuted.
"N-No, of course not. We... were just amazed at the uh... neatness.... of this area, ha-haha!"
Even though they said this, Draco and Eva were roaring in their heart, their hatred towards the Tower increasing to exponential levels. They wished they could grab the Tower spirit to extract its soul, then bathe it in soul dissolving lava for 10,000 years!
Why did it choose NOW to start caring about carrying over floor details? What happened to its obstinate nature of forcing its pre-planned plot down their throats?!
If Draco and Eva could see the Tower spirit right now, their eyes would likely become bloodshot as it was sipping an elegant fruit juice while smiling pervertedly. "Hehe."
