In the quiet room.
Lu Bei sits on the couch, leaning to the side with one leg propped on a knee pillow, his hands fiddling with… a tiny purple tower the size of his palm.
The exquisite treasure tower is filled with a provocative purple brilliance, shrouded in purple mist that flickers with a dark enchantment. It is an artifact birthed from the perfect harmony of heaven and earth by a Buddha cultivator who fell into demonhood. It's of very high grade.
The original owner doesn't matter. Now its surname is Lu.
Zixiao Tower.
After refining it, Lu Bei learned the name of the tower. As Master Lu of Three Pure Peaks, owning the Zixiao Tower was completely reasonable, no matter how you look at it.
Zhan Hongqu leans against Lu Bei's leg, occasionally tapping lightly on it while glancing enviously over at the tower. She desired it, but said nothing.
"Cool, isn't it? I traded it with Sword Fiend Dugu."
