Above the Outer Sea of Death, in the skies over Star Island, which lay shrouded in mist all year round, Huang Tan, Second Floor Master of the Myriad Stars Tower, Ou Tuo, Third Floor Master, and Yan Wudi, Fifth Floor Master, stood in the air and gazed into the distance.
"Third Brother, the plan has been underway for so long. Do you think it can succeed?" Fifth Floor Master Yan Wudi asked.
As for the form of address "Third Brother," the reason was simple. It was a rule passed down through the generations of the Myriad Stars Tower: the five Floor Masters of every generation had to, and would, become sworn brothers. That was why they addressed one another this way.
"Zhang Yi has followed me for more than three hundred years. He is one of the most capable stewards under my hand! Over the years, he has learned some of my skills, and when it comes to adapting to circumstances, none of my stewards can match him.
"Fifth Brother, rest assured. With Zhang Yi taking action, success is guaranteed!" Third Floor Master Ou Tuo said.
Second Floor Master Huang Tan curled his lips disdainfully. "Third Brother, I truly do not understand. He is just a little brat. Even if three freaks of the Dao Entry Realm are backing him, if our Myriad Stars Tower sends out all its experts, we can simply wipe them out. Why devise layer upon layer of schemes and go through so much trouble?"
Ou Tuo's expression abruptly turned solemn. "Second Brother, among the six generations of Floor Masters in the Myriad Stars Tower, not a single one died an unnatural death! Now that it is our generation, I hope the same remains true!"
"Hmph, counting the surviving elders from the previous generation, our Myriad