"Does a cultivator really need such improper knowledge?!"
Though Qin Yu criticized righteously, he didn't put down the book in his hand. He quickly glanced around, and after confirming no one was nearby, he gently opened the pages.
His eyes glinted with scrutiny and judgment, like a strict teacher reviewing a disciple's homework, immersing himself meticulously in the lines of text.
Gradually, his eyes widened, his expression full of shock.
It was as if a door to a new world had swung open right before his eyes.
"Damn, cultivators really know how to play."
After reading just one page, Qin Yu couldn't help but sigh, realizing how shallow his former understanding had been.
Yet, when he eagerly tried to read further chapters, he was stunned to find the pages locked tight by invisible chains, unable to be turned.
Clearly, the Cyan Mountain Sect had placed some restrictions—otherwise, every disciple entering the Library Pavilion could read all the secret manuals!
