Papapapa.
A crisp sound rang out in the space. Though rapid, it could be clearly heard: there were nine strikes in total.
The gatekeeper moved like a leopard, darting before her with the force of those nine strikes, erupting in an instant as he ruthlessly blasted toward the petite figure ahead.
Bang!
A dark-black barrier emerged. That lean fist landed on the barrier, yet failed to stir the slightest ripple and could advance no farther.
He was not discouraged. Raising his other arm, his palm wind opened wide and closed hard, blending hardness and softness as it struck the barrier again and again.
Qing Tan watched that figure, and the more she looked, the more familiar it felt.
"Isn't this Brother Lin Dong?"
There was not much reason behind it, but Qing Tan just had an intuition that the gatekeeper's image had been "molded" after Lin Dong.
Moreover, whether it was his age, cultivation, or martial arts, they all matched.
"Heh!"
Qing Tan looked at Mu Zi beside her, the corners of her mouth curving up despite herself, teasing in her eyes.
"These gatekeepers seem a lot like someone~"
Seeing Qing Tan put on that little-fox expression, Mu Zi chuckled softly in her heart. So that was what this was about.
"I caught you, didn't I! You can't forget Brother Lin Dong, can you?" Qing Tan folded her arms and raised her brows at Mu Zi.
"Hehe."
Mu Zi smiled and shook her head. Qing Tan's imagination was rather rich, and she was quite the gossip too!
The Heaven Reaching Tower had gatekeepers of all kinds of strength, who mastered a wealth of methods used to temper challengers.
When Mu Zi designed it, she naturally referenced Lin Dong, this "protagonist." After all, she understood his strength at every stage.
Moreover,