Sipping on Phantom Beers with the effect of "cheering one up," Feng Xue couldn't help but think of the tea leaves Old Li had once brewed, silently deriding the guy for not knowing how much stock he had hoarded, while taking this opportunity to fish for some information—
"Are all the Kaidan from the Tower of Babylon as strong as you?"
Hearing Feng Xue's question, the cowboy immediately grinned:
"At least on the first floor, they're all this strong."
Saying this, he put down his cup and made a gesture as if looking around, watching the novices eager to start their challenges with a mocking gaze,
"Although the entry threshold for the first floor is the lowest, but think about it, would the first floor really be the weakest?"
Feng Xue, having heard this question, felt somewhat enlightened but didn't answer, just waiting for the cowboy to continue.
Seeing this, the cowboy showed an expression of slight boredom,
