"What he wanted from the very beginning wasn't simply to challenge the tower."
Dantai Canglan turned around and leaned back against the windowsill, a meaningful smile on his face.
How should one put it?
There was a kind of "pure beauty" that had already been tainted by "knowledge."
"In truth, he was carrying out a test."
Lu Qinghou raised his head, and his gaze met Dantai Canglan's in midair, as though they saw old, distant stories in each other's eyes.
"Boss, you once said you'd always been waiting for someone."
Dantai Canglan nodded slightly. "We've been waiting since my grandfather's generation. The ancestral injunctions left behind by our forebears are very clear: the true city lord of Canghai City isn't chosen through force, but through harmony with this city's rules, the will of its people, and the degree to which Canghai Tower accepts them. For hundreds of years, everyone who came here was powerful, but they always lacked that harmony."
He walked back to the grand armchair, but did not sit. He merely held the back of the chair and stood perfectly straight.
"Having the twelve of you go up together today wasn't because I thought they could defeat you." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, carrying a touch of confidence and teasing. "It was because I wanted to see what choice they would make when they were at an absolute disadvantage. Would they give up, or would they hold on with their lives? After being knocked down, would they get back up, or would they lie on the ground and stop moving?"
"And the result?" Lu Qinghou asked curiously.
Dantai Canglan glanced at him lightly, his eyes holding their usual playful look. "You all saw the result. The first thing he did after getting back up