The three brothers from the Yan Zhao Sect were all surprised when they entered the first-floor hall.
The so-called Martial Scripture Pavilion was nothing like the dimly lit, old-fashioned places with antique bookshelves seen in television dramas.
Instead, it was highly modernized.
The bright floor tiles gleamed like mirrors, the high-hanging ceiling lights illuminated everything, and the spacious interior felt grand and majestic, with a sleek, minimalist new design.
The three exchanged glances, looked around, and continued deeper inside.
Normally, no one was allowed to enter the Martial Scripture Pavilion.
However, inner disciples of the Mo Family could come and go freely, as though it were a free library.
Some outer disciples could enter as well, but they had to be particularly gifted or have good connections with certain higher-ups in the Mo Family who could pull some strings.
There were also Mo Family disciples who had earned merit and received rewards, such as a card granting them access for half a month, a month, and so on.
This place was not actually sealed off. The difficult part was that, once inside this sea of bookshelves, finding the advanced treasure that truly suited one's heart required a certain degree of insight and luck.
Lu Chengwen had no interest in such things. Unlike Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian, who were fascinated by them, he cared about money and women.
There was a hall within the inner section. After pushing open its doors, they found an enormous circular library within circular layers.
At the very center stood a statue of a handsome young hero, with a Precious Sword at his waist and a book in his hand. He gazed into the distance, full of high spirits.
Around the statue were massive circular arrangements of sofas and desks where people could rest and