As expected, it really was a Red Tower, entirely constructed of a crimson stone.
At the top of the tower, there was a rusty copper plaque, hanging askew as if it could fall at any moment.
On it, there seemed to be three ancient characters: "Red Tower Mountain!"
Seeing this scene, Zhou Qing's pupils suddenly contracted with disbelief.
"How is this possible!" Zhou Qing instinctively exclaimed.
Cao Zhengyang, who was still carefully observing, heard Zhou Qing's exclamation and immediately turned to look at him, asking, "Have you seen this before?"
Zhou Qing subconsciously wanted to deny it but swallowed his words back. This matter was too significant to be taken lightly.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took the Imaging Stone, inspecting it carefully.
But soon, the ripple scene seemed unstable, flickered twice, and abruptly vanished, returning everything to calm.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing's brow furrowed even deeper, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
