Choice and Fate

Zhang Residence.

After a single night, they clearly had yet to recover from the attack.

Zhang Taiying had not slept all night. He did not even know what exactly he had been thinking about.

But that frail yet overbearing figure of the young man had been seared thoroughly into his mind.

"Crack!"

He clenched his fist, then slowly loosened it.

There truly were too many helpless realities in this world. Back when Tiansang City had not been so bustling and Zhang Residence could still dominate one corner, Zhang Taiying had never experienced them.

But now, dragons and fish were all mixed together here. If they handled any matter poorly, people like that might come knocking again.

After this one night, Zhang Taiying had finally understood.

Even though he was a Throne, he remained bound by the shackles of heaven and earth.

Unable to break free, he could only watch himself sink deeper and deeper, step by step.

"Can I only stop here...?"

The morning sun shone down upon him, and the earth gradually brightened.

Zhang Taiying raised his head. His eyes were thick with bloodshot veins, and only when he felt the warmth spreading across his face did his heart ease slightly.

"No one can stop my footsteps!"

He rose and strode toward the Scripture Repository.

Broken Tower.

Only half remained.

Zhang Zhongmou stood rooted to the spot. Unlike Zhang Taiying, he had recovered after only half a night.

"You've come."

Hearing footsteps approach from afar, the old man spoke quietly.

Zhang Taiying walked to the entrance. Neither man entered the tower. With only a slight lift of their eyes, they saw the Broken Tower's topmost floor.

The floor where they would ordinarily hardly linger.

At this moment, it had become the highest point.

Zhang Taiying's expression darkened, but