The two powerful individuals, one in red and one in black, knew that Liu Zixuan and his clone were on the twelfth level, but they were completely unaware and thought this was the eleventh level.
Of course, the number of levels wasn't what mattered.
The twelfth level.
Instead, Liu Zixuan bypassed these things and walked forward.
In front of the wine pool and forest of meat were gold and silver jewels, and before the gold and silver jewels were ink, brush, paper, and inkstone, such as books and paintings.
On either side of these ink treasures hung weapons of various shapes, encompassing nearly the entire spectrum of eighteen types of arms like knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, maces, hooks, and forks.
At the innermost position, there was a throne identical to the one on the tenth level.
Here, there was only this one throne.
Liu Zixuan scratched his head, stood before the seat, and did not sit down but looked towards where he had just passed.
