Unlike the darkness before, the interior of this round tower was splendid and bright; one couldn't see the end of the tower which didn't rest against the rotating stairs but was instead nested around them like concentric circles, unconnected to each other.
Xu Huo glanced back at the rotating staircase, and the body of the stairs swiftly retracted several meters. A large round table appeared on the moving floor, unaccompanied by chairs, yet three objects were placed on the table.
A playing card facing down, a bloody knife, and a black circular disk.
A chair materialized beside the table, he walked over and sat down, and when he placed his hands on the table, a two-finger thick White Shelled Book appeared in the middle.
At that moment, he and the other three items formed a square shape, but after waiting for a good while, a second chair did not appear next to the table.
Xu Huo stood up and stepped back onto the rotating staircase.
