Yang An soon left Golden Eminence Building. Old Man Zhuanyu told him he could freely choose any ownerless residence within the dojo for cultivation.
In the end, he chose a small two-story pavilion.
The little pavilion stood amid a courtyard. The walls of its first floor were covered in green plants, as though brimming with abundant vitality.
The second floor had a row of small windows that, upon quiet observation, revealed a touch of fairy-tale charm.
A wooden wind chime hung from the roof. When the breeze swept through, its bells gave off soft chimes, as though gently whispering something.
Leaning by the window inside the quiet pavilion, he could see a small bridge leisurely arching over the water in the courtyard, beneath which lay jade-green ripples leading toward some lake.
Water and sky merged into one, beautiful beyond compare, enough to make one forget all irritation.
Golden Thread Pavilion truly was different. Every sight one came across was like a heavenly paradise.
It was nothing like Fate Crane Sect, where he could only live in dilapidated dwellings amid ruins everywhere.
Moreover, Yang An found a small formation at the entrance to the first floor. So long as he fed Mana into it, he could activate the formation and shroud the entire pavilion.
The formation had only one function: it could block perception from outside. He simply did not know whether it could defend against someone at Old Man Zhuanyu's level.
Yang An thought about it and figured that was probably impossible. Still, something was better than nothing. Being able to block the perception of most cultivators was enough.
Inside the quiet chamber on the second floor, Yang An quickly took out the Shell Nurturing Technique Old Man Zhuanyu had given him earlier.
Cultivators each had their own opportunities, and