Arena Tournament

The Seven Xuan Sect's secluded valley slowly unfolded before Zhang Tie's eyes, like a long-sealed Scroll Painting in ink wash.

Memories were like an old painting being unfurled, every crease concealing traces of the past.

Han Xiaozi's desperate attempt to pry open that little green bottle, Doctor Mo's cold gaze piercing like something tangible—every scene churned through his sea of consciousness as if it had happened only yesterday, so clear it made his heart tremble.

After a long silence, Zhang Tie finally made up his mind and reached out to take the book from the shelf.

The moment his fingertips touched the book, a faintly cool sensation traveled along his skin, as though it carried the temperature of passing years.

The pages slowly turned beneath Zhang Tie's fingers. He read with complete focus, as if everything around him had come to a standstill.

More than a dozen breaths passed in an instant, yet to Zhang Tie, it felt as though an eternity had gone by. Every word was like a pebble falling into the tranquil lake of his heart, stirring layer upon layer of ripples.

At last, Zhang Tie finished the final page. He slowly closed the book, shut his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The air seemed to carry the faint scent of bygone years.

After a brief pause, Zhang Tie abruptly opened his eyes, a flash of resolve crossing them. With a sweep of his arm, the book vanished without a trace and returned to his storage ring, as though it had never existed.

"It must be a coincidence. After all, a basic qi-refining technique like the Evergreen Technique is common as dirt in the Spirit Realm. It isn't strange for Xue Lian to have a copy. Yes, it's all just a coincidence. I'm simply being too