Chapter - A Sect Without Cultivation?
Ray stared at Nyxiel, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're not serious, right?"
Nyxiel sighed, crossing her arms. "It'll be fine. We can work on everything else buildings, formations, disciples inheritance can come later."
Ray exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. "Fine. Let's assume we can somehow handle everything else. But what about the most important part the inheritance?"
Nyxiel remained silent.
Ray narrowed his eyes. "You said there's nothing in the Library Pavilion."
Nyxiel hesitated before nodding. "Yes. We don't have any. No cultivation methods, no techniques."
Ray froze for a moment before his lips twitched. "...You're joking."
Nyxiel sighed again, shaking her head. "I wish I was."
Ray closed his eyes for a brief second, his patience hanging by a thread.
In the world of cultivation, two fundamental aspects determined a cultivator's strength and progress: