Scripture Pavilion, the sixth floor.
Wang Chen, sitting in a corner, carefully placed a book of Taoist Canon back on the shelf.
This thick volume had taken him nearly three days to finish reading entirely.
And he had gained much from it.
Although there were no Cultivation Techniques or secrets within the texts, the knowledge of nature and the profound ways of the universe presented in it had given Wang Chen many inspirations and insights for his cultivation.
The creator of this Taoist Canon, "Xuanxuanzi," was undoubtedly a highly cultivated Power Man; it was a pity that many pieces of wisdom had been left to gather dust on the shelves, just like this book.
Until Wang Chen discovered, read, and learned from it.
Only then did its brilliance bloom anew.
Wang Chen stood up and looked around, involuntarily letting out a long sigh.
Three years had passed.