Climbing the tower was hardly worth mentioning: with Feng Xue's current combat power, the guards of the seventh rank were just mixed soldiers that he could clear out with a punch. After spending a few minutes running through the map, he had already reached the 66th floor, only to find that this lousy place had the exact same vibe as the 61st floor.
However, instead of playing cards like on the 61st floor, here it was popular...
"Mahjong win, Tanyao, one-turn, 1000 points."
"..." Watching the mahjong tables spread out across the central square, Feng Xue suddenly felt a sense of helplessness. He wondered if it was due to a generational gap, as the older Kaidan and those like him who climbed out of Infinite City without advancement had a completely different concept of time.
