Behind the ancient tree, there was indeed a ladder, almost welcoming guests—or rather, welcoming the owner's spiral staircase, descending from the tree's top—it was formed by the vine naturally growing along the trunk, yet it didn't appear rough at all. Instead, it looked like it had been meticulously woven by hand—delicate and beautiful.
And the width between each step is just right. At the first glance of this ladder, you immediately know that climbing up would not require much effort. Besides, it carried with it a friendly aura, not making one doubt it's a trap.
"Should we go up?" Miss Merchant raised her head, her beautiful bangs sliding to the sides, revealing a smooth jade-like forehead. She blinked and asked Brand.
Brand looked at the others.
