Qin Shaofeng had already understood the rules when the woman rebuked the undead.
Though the two women spoke bluntly, at least their words were something he could readily accept.
"Please rest assured, you two. We came here only to slay the undead and will absolutely do nothing harmful to your precious land," Qin Shaofeng said with clasped fists.
"We know. Otherwise, we would not merely have reminded you."
The two women still spoke in perfect unison.
Yet their words left Qin Shaofeng torn between laughter and tears.
A great battle on the Training Ground was on the verge of erupting.
No matter why this tower was called the Star Picking Tower, it was clearly suitable for watching battles.
Qin Shaofeng was very eager to witness the fight between such powerful experts firsthand.
He clasped his fists once more toward the two women, then quickly led everyone into the Star Picking Tower.
The first floor of the Star Picking Tower held numerous bamboo scrolls and books.
Anything that could exist within a force like this was clearly no ordinary thing.
But Qin Shaofeng knew very well what their current situation was.
No matter why those people had not warned them about such things, he would not allow anyone to act rashly.
The second and third floors of the Star Picking Tower were likewise packed with books.
From the fourth floor through the sixth, there were unexpectedly all kinds of painted scrolls. A single glance at the images upon them gave one an uncanny feeling.
It seemed that every painting contained an exceptionally miraculous martial skill.
Yet this faction's method of painting was entirely unlike anything ordinary, leaving them unable to grasp its essence or learn even the slightest bit from it.
Starting from the seventh floor, the place had become a