Even at the entrance, he had smelled the cloying fragrance of perfume and powder wafting from within.
'So this is Zhao Zhe's "Sangzhi Tower"?'
Sangzhi Tower, the Tower of Lost Will, was a mocking nickname. Its proper name was "Jile Tower," the Tower of Ultimate Bliss.
It was quite famous.
Tang Wen stood in the courtyard, sizing up the five-story building before him.
From the outside, with its black walls, gray tiles, and arched, upturned eaves, it didn't look particularly special.
It was just much taller than a normal five-story Stone Tower, with smaller windows. On each side was a man-powered lift that could go straight to the fifth floor.
Guests would enter the lift, pick up a Golden Hammer, and strike the golden Copper Gong before them.
Slaves, always on standby, would hear the sound and immediately turn the windlass. The steel cable would coil, and the lift would slowly ascend, going directly to the fifth floor.
