Chapter 3138 The Flow Tower

Even though nagging was against Trish's nature, she still felt frustrated that Zen wouldn't give her any attention.

After a few days, came the news about the restoration of the Flow Tower. As a result, Trish was in despair.

The bell rang again, signaling the arrival of a new month.

But this time, Zen was indifferent and didn't pay much attention to it.

Zen had no idea how the Flow Sword Sect operated. So he just decided to seize the chance to cultivate by himself.

He planned on perfecting the Sword Texture Technique and then heading back to the Other Shore.

However, as night struck, it was time for the assessment of the servant girls again.

Like last time, Trish hung her head in defeat and went to the palace with the other girls.

And just like before, she answered all her questions truthfully and then watched Zen's bamboo slip get thrown into the 'Poor' pot.

"The Flow Tower has been repaired. The disciples of the Flow Sword Sect will go in there for their training tomorrow. When your master fails, you can leave by yourself." The gorgeous woman spoke to Trish with a stern look.

The other girls all looked at Trish with sympathetic eyes as she kept her gaze fixated on the ground in shame.

To be expelled from the Flow Sword Sect was probably the most humiliating thing for these servant girls.

After those events, Trish returned to the building with a defeated expression on her face.

Studying her gloomy profile, Carrie understood what had happened, and she even mentally prepared herself to leave soon.

"Tell Mr. Luo that the Flow Tower will be open tomorrow," Trish said with low spirits.

"Maybe it's better for you to tell him in person..." Carrie suggested while rubbing her shoulders to console her.

"I... I don't want to talk to him!" Trish held Zen responsible for all the humiliation she had to face.

Blinded by anger, Trish refused to interact with him. Understanding her predicament, Carrie sighed helplessly and went upstairs to pass the message to Zen instead.

"Flow Tower..."

Of course, Zen didn't expect things to continue like this forever.

They wouldn't be giving out those entry tokens for nothing.

However, he still wondered why the Flow Sword Sect would operate like this.

On the next day, Trish was nowhere to be seen.

"Please follow me." Carrie bowed slightly towards Zen.

Trish was so depressed that she chose to not come out that day, so Carrie had to take over and escort him instead.

Zen follo

, he wouldn't feel so uneasy over encountering him, even though he cared a lot about confronting Milo.

After searching unsuccessfully for a while, Zen finally realized he was under the influence of the tower!

'I must have underestimated the tower, ' Zen thought to himself.

As time passed by, about a dozen more disciples gathered outside the Flow Tower.

The gorgeous woman waved her hand, and a row of golden lot pots emerged in front of her. "Every disciple of our sect will be given ten entry tokens every year. That gives everyone twenty hours in the tower each year. You can tell that every chance to enter the tower is extremely precious. I hope that you make the best use of it!"

"For those newcomers entering the tower today, anyone who can't make it through the second floor will be expelled immediately. The entry tokens will be divided by others. Anyone who could reach the seventh floor will be offered another building and an extra hundred entry tokens every year."

She was obviously referring to people in a similar position as Zen.

As she explained the rules, it became clear that the buildings surrounding the tower were for the use of the elite disciples.

She finished speaking and drew a bamboo slip from the golden pot labeled as Excellent. "Damien Zhu, you may proceed into the tower."

Hearing that, a young man with light-colored skin stretched himself and casually walked towards the Flow Tower.

Then, she went on to draw another slip from the same pot and announced the name. The one who got called went inside the tower as well.

One after the other, she sent ten people in, and then she stopped drawing the slips.