Yang Chan had noticed the mural on the top floor of the high tower as soon as he arrived, but just like on the lower floors, it was just a collection of pictures, all depicting the Black Dragon in various poses.
There were patterns of it soaring through clouds and mist or coiling and winding, but he couldn't glean much useful information from them. He turned his attention to the bookshelf, but unfortunately, it was all miscellaneous knowledge—a far cry from what he had expected.
At the very least, he had hoped for some advanced Cultivation Techniques. Secrets to breaking through to the Martial Saint realm, or even beyond, would have been a great help.
They would have been far more beneficial than studying miscellaneous arts.
When his Cultivation was insufficient, things like these were just a waste of time.
