Yu Xuanji and his valets dismounted a hundred meters before the Swift Tower.
Dense clouds rolled in the sky in various forms. The tower remained, locked by circles of black fog.
Already close enough to the sorcery circle, Yu Xuanji squinted his clear eyes, scanning the tower again. He then grabbed a handful of copper coins and scattered them on the ground.
The coins dropped around, erected or flat, forming a peculiar pattern.
Immediately, the wind started blowing and clouds gathered. The piercing sound at the ears made people feel that there seemed to be two intangible forces grappling with each other. As a few bursts of lightning broke through the clouds, it went quiet again. The black fog around the tower spontaneously dispersed.
Yu Xuanji stepped into the tower, followed by the two
