Qin Feiyang also frowned. Did the Hall Master of the Martial Palace bear a prejudice against them? He didn't recall offending this man anywhere?
CLANG! Suddenly, the tower's door automatically opened. It was pitch black inside, and they couldn't see what was happening within the tower.
"Come in!"
At the moment the tower's door opened, an aged voice echoed within the minds of Qin Feiyang, Fatty, and the Wolf King simultaneously. The two men and the wolf exchanged glances, then entered the ancient tower.
Their vision brightened, and the sight that unfolded before them left them deeply shocked.
The space within the ancient tower was huge, at least five or six hundred meters across. Suspended in the void were numerous iron caskets. These iron caskets were all of the same size, entirely pitch-black, simple, and unadorned. At a glance, there were no less than ten thousand iron caskets!
