Leaving the Moon Tower, Tian Long did not fly very far. Instead, he bobbed along, laboriously flapping his wings and dragging his fat backside toward another Moon Tower in the distance.
This Moon Tower was slightly different from the previous one.
Its outer walls were covered in countless grayish-white threads. Some of those densely packed threads were tangled together, while others merged into sheets, like fishing nets. Because they had accumulated for different lengths of time, shades of gray, grayish-white, and pure white blended across them.
Compared to the previous Moon Tower, far more vehicles traveled across this tower's stone bridges.
An endless stream of traffic flowed back and forth across the bridges.
Occasionally, flying figures flashed past above the traffic and vanished in an instant.
"This is the Weaving Tower. It produces all kinds of fabrics, as well as sails, quilts, curtains, and every other sort of woven item. The output is astonishing. One tower alone supplies the entire high-end textile market of the Inner City," Tian Long said, his explanation clear and orderly, as though he had received an excellent education.
"The Weaving Tower... then what about its raw materials?" Lin Hui asked.
"Mm. Much like the Mist Dragon from before, an Ice River Weaver is imprisoned at the top of this tower. It is a giant Mist Zone spider roughly the size of a town. Its silk is continuously extracted to weave all kinds of products," Tian Long nodded.
"Could it be that every Moon Tower here has such an individual at its peak?" Lin Hui was slightly stunned.
"More or less. After all, the Mist Men founded and built this city, but they cannot develop all kinds of technology themselves. The quickest way is naturally to find suitable Mist Zone monsters and put them to proper