Around midnight.
Cui Dong opened his eyes and stood up; his heart was calm, without excitement nor joy, without fear nor dread.
Xu Fan nodded with satisfaction and said lightly, "The time has come, you may go up now."
"Yes," Cui Dong nodded.
He then stood with his hands behind his back, gazing upward at a forty-five-degree angle towards the sky. The night wind blew, causing his clothes and hair to flutter. Surrounded by the flashing lightning, he cut a figure straight out of a movie scene—an unsurpassed master in his element.
However, soon...
Cui Dong blinked and turned to look back at Xu Fan, his eyes faintly brimming with hope.
Xu Fan found it amusing, yet he seemed to ignore Cui Dong's look completely, remaining indifferent.
"Um... Master..."
Cui Dong touched the back of his head, looking somewhat embarrassed as he said, "As the saying goes, 'If you're going to do a good deed, go all the way.' How about you give me one more hand and help me up the tower?"
