Zhao Family, Huazhou City.
"Young Master, Young Master." A young attendant called out all the way from outside the courtyard to inside the courtyard.
Inside the house, the man who was practicing calligraphy leisurely finished the last stroke, picked up the paper, gave it a blow, and after the ink dried, admired it for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction, placed the paper back on the table, and then looked at the attendant who had quieted down after coming in.
"Du Yuan, why are you in such a rush?" The young man Zhao Cheng looked up at his attendant and asked gently.
"Young Master, I just received news that someone has reached the 180th level in the Trial Tower and is still going on!" Du Yuan excitedly relayed the news he had received to Zhao Cheng.
"Oh?" A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Cheng's eyes, "Who is it?"
He was well aware of the difficulty of the Trial Tower and knew what it meant to reach the 180th level, so he was somewhat curious.
