Meanwhile… on the uppermost floor of the tower…
"Master." A person respectfully bowed in front of the old man.
"In a minute, there will be a corpse in one of the lower levels. Go fetch the stone tablet beside that corpse." The old man waved him away.
He then grunted and stood up to walk away. He opened one of the rooms on the topmost floor and entered it. Inside there were myriad treasures…
The old man's eyes glimmered as he eyed all of his prized possessions lovingly. In a second, there was going to be a new addition.
However, just as he was thinking about this, suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Another disciple stood at the door this time and he had an anxious expression on his face.
"What is it?" The old man asked gruffly.
"Master… another one of our formations has collapsed."
"What how is it possible? Do you know how expensive it is to make each one of them! What happened this time?"
