Joe turned his attention away from the floating screens for a moment and looked at the seven family heads standing nearby, making sure he had their attention before he continued. "As we all know, from the first floor through the twenty-ninth floor, a cultivator ascending the combat tower faces nothing but shadowy figures," he said, his tone shifting into something that carried the weight of a man drawing on real and considered knowledge of the tower's architecture.
"Those constructs are exactly what they appear to be, conjured shadows without genuine substance behind them, designed to test a climber's reflexes and the raw application of their strength, but possessing no actual depth of experience or understanding. They can be overwhelmed by a sufficiently powerful technique precisely because there is nothing behind them except the cultivation level the tower has assigned to them."
