Feng Jun looked at the small black tower, which was only half a foot tall and unusually delicate; he truly couldn't understand what Huang Fu Wu Xia was up to.
However, he wouldn't voice his confusion, merely sending a questioning glance.
Seeing his clueless expression, Chairman Huang Fu was a bit annoyed, but remembering that the other wasn't a cultivator from this realm, he could only sigh, "You don't even know about the White Steed Tower, do you?"
"Time flies, the white steed flits past a fissure, how could I not know?" Feng Jun smiled.
The White Steed Tower was a famous True Treasure in this plane—not a battle type of Magical Treasure, but one used for cultivation. It was said that cultivating in the tower for one day was equivalent to ten days outside.
This was essentially an existence that could twist time, absurdly overpowered, so it had disappeared during ancient times.
