Repair and dye up the gently sloping stone steps. These stone steps have been stepped on by countless teachers and students over the centuries, so they glow a shiny black in the center. After the fourth floor, you reach the spacious atrium of the teacher's office area, to the left, through the clean hallway, to a narrow door at the end, from where a spiral staircase leads to the office at the top of the tower.

At the top of the tower are two rooms – a spacious living room and an even more spacious office. It was built for himself by Shuran's grandfather, the head of the first generation of the Golden Crow Temple, Shizen Fengdi. Although he had to go up and down 200 steps when switching between living and working and inspecting the academy, Shizome Fengdi did not change his room until his death. It is said that he regarded going up and down the stairs as a form of exercise, while Shuran thought it was just a pretext for outsiders. Grandfather must have enjoyed the feeling of looking down on all beings while standing alone on the highest point of the Golden Crow-in Temple.

In this regard, the father Black Feather is different. During his reign, the two large rooms in the tower remained unused, and even served as a resting place for messengers to release and welcome the falling birds. Kuroba has been sleeping in the same room with his ailing wife, and the lady's inability to climb the stairs is one of the reasons. The more important reason is the personality of the father. He is a hard worker, with countless tasks to deal with every day, and he does not want to waste time and energy climbing steps. His father's pragmatism and diligence and the growth of power during his tenure were two important parts of his prestige. But in Xiu Ran's opinion, his father's so-called exploits can be regarded as a success at most. The genius grandfather had already drawn the blueprint, and he was just executing it step by step. His kind of short-sighted mortal can't take on the heavy responsibility of a pioneer. Naturally, he didn't have the opportunity to taste the condescending sense of dominance.

During the two years when his father was seriously ill, Xiu Dye, who handled affairs on his behalf, entered his father's office on the first floor to work, and his living was still in his own small building near the ruined tower. After his father's death, he immediately renovated the two large houses at the top of the tower and eagerly moved in. The office on the first floor was converted into a living room.

For more than 20 years, between the ages of 30 and 56, he walked up and down the narrow stairwells of the tower every day. Not many people know that it was here that many of the great events that shook Kamilu were conceived. After Adventist at the age of fifty-seven, Shuran began to feel visibly unable to climb the stairs. But he turned a blind eye to the signs of aging in his body. Only silently increased the number of minions and reduced the number of times to go up and down the tower. It wasn't until three years ago, when he fell at the foot of his grandfather's stone statue in front of the Plaza de la Gods ferry, that he had to move his office to the meeting room on the first floor.

After last year's Rotation Day, he moved back. Today, a full year later, he is able to walk like a fly in the roundabout stairwell again.

Unlike the gentle steps in the teacher's office area, the stone steps at your feet are steep and steep, and the higher you go, at the last turn to the top of the tower, the stone steps are almost knee-level with Xiu Ran. He paused his swift steps to concentrate on the upcoming meeting.

Xiu Ran's gaze fell on his own hand. The right hand, resting on the thick and cold stone wall of the tower, was not to support the body, but was placed there casually. The blood vessels on the back of the hand are prominent, but the skin is still delicate. The slightly clenched fist made the knuckles glow with a faint layer of blue. He stared at the gap in his palm, just big enough to fit a dagger. He folded his fingers together and moved as firmly as a butcher facing an animal. The imaginary dagger was already shining in his hand.

No!

His hand hung down from the wall, and the illusion disappeared before Xiu Ran's eyes.

No. You can kill as many bed bugs as you want like Yulin Lianling. But Poria is a witch in the town hall who holds a lot of power! She is also different from the gold leaf of the hot spring hall. She has the noble bloodline of the light family, the head of the four major families, and there is still the possibility of being fought for in her.

Xiu Ran groped for the thin gold chain around his neck, pulled out the necklace and pendant hidden under the clothes, and placed them on the surface of the white and purple robe. He loosened the brown twisted strap, which had been tightly tied around his waist, and tugged at the flat tunic tucked inside, creating slightly scruffy folds. After exhaling a long breath, Xiuran supported his waist with one hand and his leg with the other, and slowly climbed towards the twenty steps on the last floor.

One hundred and ninety-four, one hundred and ninety-five, one hundred and ninety-six.

Xiu Ran counted silently in his heart. The tall hanging windows at the end of the atrium are revealing little by little.

One hundred and ninety-seven, one hundred and ninety-eight.

The lonely back in front of the hanging window has completely appeared in the sight of the repair. Poria stood in front of the window in a white cloak, and beside her stood the Whale Tooth Ripple Greatsword of Hades Long Ran.