First floor: calligraphy
Second floor: poetry
Chen Changan was also wondering what the third floor would test.
What else was there in the realm of literature?
Could it really be painting?
If so, Chen Changan would be... completely at a loss.
He knew there wouldn't be many people on the third floor, but he hadn't expected there to be so few.
Only a dozen or so?
No wonder hardly anyone had made it to the ninth floor of Wind Moon Tower over all these years.
Many people had probably been stopped at the first three floors.
Chen Changan found this somewhat hard to understand.
Why make the first three floors literary challenges? Did one need a literary foundation to qualify for the challenges that followed?
When the dozen or so people saw three newcomers appear on the third floor, their hearts jolted.
After all, even when someone managed to reach the third floor, it was usually just one person every so often.
For three to arrive at once was quite extraordinary.
"Hm?"
"Gu Minglou?"
"What are you doing here?"
"You passed the first two floors?"
Suddenly, one person looked at Gu Minglou in surprise. It was clear that he knew Gu Minglou.
Gu Minglou looked toward the speaker and couldn't help frowning.
"Yang Dianfeng?"
"You're actually on the third floor?"
"What did you mean by that just now?"
"Why wouldn't I be able to come here?" Gu Minglou asked, displeased.
"Why?"
"Don't you know that yourself?"
"With your level of skill, do you really think I don't know?"
"I can't believe you're here. Does Wind Moon Tower let people use the back door now?" Yang Dianfeng said with a frown.
"Hm?"
Yang Dianfeng's words displeased the Palace Master of the third floor.
Seeing the Palace Master's deeply furrowed brow and