From a distance, Liou Yuan saw the grand three-character inscription atop the octagonal pavilion, which read 'Cultivation Skill Pavilion'.
Whether Zhao Zhuoran revered the Cultivation Skill Pavilion, or feared it, was unclear.
He landed about twenty zhang away from the pavilion.
"When we enter, speak little; there is a somewhat eccentric elder inside, and speaking too much might cause offense."
Zhao Zhuoran warned Liou Yuan and the others through sound transmission, then walked toward the pavilion's entrance.
Liou Yuan and the others, naturally nodding repeatedly, followed Zhao Zhuoran inside.
The floor of the pavilion was paved with smooth bluestones, worn over countless ages, exuding a cool sheen.
Liou Yuan surveyed the interior and saw no physical books in the pavilion, only ancient jade slips resting between the bookshelves.
Near the entrance of the pavilion, a large desk was set up, made of some unknown wood with distinct patterns, emanating a faint fragrance.
