Tral’s big mouth had now landed him an appointment on the sixty first floor to fight the refined gentleman who was sucking up to the man that insulted his vampiric nature in the diner.
He didn’t feel like wasting his energy on more pointless fights today and as that battle was scheduled for tomorrow Tral decided to head back to the ship to cultivate in private.
Darick not wanting to be left behind in the floors despite being extremely tired had decided to cultivate while fighting which was extremely unpleasant but he generally won his fights only losing once to a ring out due to being distracted.
From those wins he was able to steadily raise floors till he reached the fifty seventh by the end of the day at which point he had become too exhausted to continue so he decided to not bother T
