Twelfth Floor
Tang Shaoyang blinked his eyes, surprised at what was in front of him. The moment he tapped yes, he was teleported. He was now on the top of the stone platform, inside a building that was similar to the temple. He assumed the temple because he saw people dressed as priests, many of them. Their appearance attracted the attention of the priests in the hall for a moment before they continued whatever they were doing.
"Welcome to the City of Tarkon, Player from outside the tower," A priest with a white robe and three red stripes on his waist approached and greeted them with a slight bow.
"How do you know we are players?" Tang Shaoyang returned the greeting with a question. He could be the native too, but it seemed the priest was prepared with the question.
"Because, we, the natives of the tower, could not move between the floors unless the players brought us with them. So, only the player can move between the floors."