"Twelve-story building? What is that?"

Qin Mo frowned.

"That is the top killer organization in the Dayu Kingdom, and it has a great reputation even on the Beiling Continent."

The pavilion master's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of fear.

"There are very few casual cultivators in the Kingdom of Dayu who reach the death-killing realm. Even if they do, they are all recruited by various organizations.

And the tower-shaped token you mentioned is called the ‘Black God Token’, which is the status symbol of the Twelve-Storey Tower.

I can conclude that the person you want to inquire about is the killer of the Twelfth Floor."

The master of the pavilion looked certain.

"The Twelfth Floor... what kind of organization is that?"

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The Twelfth Floor only recruits the strongest killers in the world. They kill people not for reward, but often for debts of gratitude."

"Not for reward, but to return a favor? And this kind of weird killer organization?"

Qin Mo was greatly surprised and suddenly became very interested in the Twelve-Storied Tower.

"For killers like them, ordinary rewards are no longer attractive. They often kill people because they owe a debt of favor or receive instructions from their superiors."

The pavilion master explained unhurriedly.

"What? Could it be that my little friend is being targeted by the killer on the 12th floor?"

He couldn't help but ask one more question.

"yes."

Qin Mo answered very simply.

"That would be difficult."

The pavilion master shook his head repeatedly, his face glowing with a hint of waxy white.
Chapter completed!