This place has nothing else but the "Pyramid" in front of their eyes, so the so-called King's sword can only be on this tower.
The three of them continued to climb upwards.
Under the scorching sun, the solid, flat stones gradually heated up. The higher they went, the closer to the sun they got, the more unbearably hot it became.
Not knowing how many layers they had climbed, they stopped to rest. Looking down from their high position, they saw Xiaoxin puffing and panting as he ascended the steps below, and they all started laughing.
"That kid's not too bad, how come he hasn't tumbled down on his butt!" a thin, tall man called out.
Xiaoxin's movements halted; he looked up at them, then turned his gaze away and rested where he was.
He consistently maintained a distance of over twenty steps from those three.
"Hey!" the thin man called out again with a teasing laugh, "Kid, aren't you in a hurry? If you don't catch up, we're going to snatch the sword away!"
