"Such a pity for this high tower, there's nothing much of worth, only a pile of bathwater."
Qi Yuan said leisurely.
The first tower didn't contain much worth.
"Bathwater? There was bathwater in the tower?"
The Ancient Gods present exchanged glances, finding Qi Yuan's comment rather baffling.
"Was it just bathwater?"
"Wait, whose bathwater?"
Seeing Qi Yuan and his companions emerge like this, many thoughts flashed through their minds.
Either Qi Yuan was lucky, he had some secret artifact, or the tower malfunctioned.
Regardless, they were filled with both envy and jealousy.
After all, Yan Xi, a respected figure, had once entered the first level of this tower.
It was a pity that he only managed to last a moment before he was hunted down by the puppet gods, eventually leaving his thigh in the tower.
