The tower looked ancient as if it had existed for a long time. Even standing outside, one could feel a sense of age and history washing over them.
Fang Lin took a gentle sniff; a faint scent of herbs was detectable. Although it was subtle, his highly sensitive nose picked it up immediately.
Looking up, he noticed a sign hanging above the tower's entrance, almost unreadable due to age, bearing the words --- The Immortal Medicine Pavilion.
Fang Lin stared at the dusty sign, mouth tugging up faintly, a hint of scorn and mockery in his eyes.
"In this world, who dares to claim immortality? A mere ancient tower dares to call itself immortal? Ridiculous." His mind scoffed as he stepped toward the tower.
The tower's entrance was tightly shut. Fang Lin attempted to push it, but it wouldn't budge.
"What's the meaning of this? I've made it all the way here, yet I can't get inside?" Fang Lin frowned, voicing his confusion.
