While the outside was bustling, Liu Zixuan sipped his tea and asked the old man two questions.
The first question was, who is the owner of this tower.
The second question was, what is the true meaning of the existence of this tower.
Initially, Liu Zixuan felt this tower was an ownerless entity, but the closer he got to the top, the more he felt a vague sensation, like a pair of eyes had been watching him from the start to now.
There was no one else who could do such a thing besides the tower's owner.
As for the meaning of its existence, at the start of his journey, Liu Zixuan felt that this was a tower meant to hone the disciples of the Star Race during Ancient Times.
But the further he ventured, the more he realized it wasn't that simple.
However, as to exactly how it wasn't simple, Liu Zixuan couldn't clearly express it in words.
As for other questions, he knew this old man probably didn't have the capacity to answer them, so he could only try to figure these out first.
