At night, he returned to the Marshal's Mansion.
Li Rong was absent, having gone out to carry out a mission.
For a Grandmaster Marshal like her to personally set out, it was absolutely no minor task.
Over the past few days, he had often seen Li Rong return home looking somewhat weary to rest.
Wei He and the other fellow disciples had wanted to ask, but Li Rong always avoided the subject.
And today, something like this had happened again.
Wei He's mind was filled with countless thoughts.
Too many thoughts left him unable to sleep that night.
So he simply got up and went to the Marshal's Mansion's sole Scripture Pavilion, browsing through its books to clear his mind.
Scripture Pavilion was merely a name, continuing the style left behind by the flourishing Buddhist sects of Great Yue. Many places here liked using Buddhist styles for their names and appellations.
The Scripture Pavilion was no exception.
It was the only place within the Marshal's Mansion protected around the clock by a stellar formation.
It contained the large collection of books, secret arts, and techniques Marshal Li Rong had gathered over the years.
Though none of them were particularly valuable.
Between rows upon rows of antique pale-yellow wooden bookshelves,
Wei He casually pulled down a copy of Detailed Explanation of True Martial. It explained many principles of martial combat techniques.
'In true blood martial arts, the first priority is eye contact.'
'Use eye contact to suppress an opponent's momentum and courage. This can slightly enhance one's own strength while weakening a certain portion of the opponent's strength.'
'There are three methods of eye contact.'
The book appeared to explain things quite reasonably, but in truth, such methods were only useful for ordinary combat at lower levels.
At higher levels, they