Eight Hundred is Eight Hundred

She Long did not answer at once, as if weighing his words.

After all, there were plenty of strange places, but this was the first time he had seen one this strange.

"When I traveled the Soul Master world back then, Canghai City was already half-hidden from the world. Its name still existed, but very few people had actually been there. All anyone knew was that it was an old city by the East Sea, said to have been founded jointly by four Title Douluo who had grown tired of slaughter. Later, more and more people gathered there, and it gradually took shape." He paused. "The most important thing is Canghai Tower."

"That tower." Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

She seemed to have seen it in her grandfather's diary.

Damn it, people still wrote diaries these days?

"Right. Legend says the tower descended from the heavens after those four Title Douluo passed away. No one knows where it came from. All we know is that whoever reaches the top is the true master of Canghai City. But no one has ever succeeded. Back then, aside from the Grand Pontiff, Spirit Hall's strongest expert, Qianji Douluo, only made it to the ninety-fifth floor. The Grand Pontiff and Tang Chen once joined forces to challenge the tower, but in the end, they were stopped at the ninety-ninth floor." She Long's voice lowered. "That's why the master of Canghai City has always borne the surname Dantai all these years."

"And now someone surnamed Zhou has accomplished what even two Peerless Douluo working together failed to do."

After Qian Renxue vented for a while, she also began considering another matter.

"Inside Canghai City, aside from that Title Douluo, who else is there?"

"This subordinate can only speak of some old matters." She Long organized his