Shi Yun did not make things difficult for Wei Fan, nor did he have any reason to. Li Jianchen and the others had already reported what happened in Jinzhou when they returned; there was no way he could use that as an excuse to trouble Wei Fan.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Shi Yun wrote Wei Fan an authorization slip. Taking it, Wei Fan soon arrived at the Hall of Stored Techniques.
The place was the same as ever—empty. Wei Fan walked inside and found the old man still sleeping soundly.
"Elder Jian, wake up..."
He had learned from Li Jianchen and the others that the old man's surname was Jian. Everyone called him Elder Jian, but even Li Jianchen and the others did not know his full name.
According to Li Jianchen and the others, the earliest among them to become a Territory Envoy had done so one or two hundred years ago. Even back then, Elder Jian had been guarding the Hall of Stored Techniques.
After one or two hundred years, Elder Jian still looked the same, without the slightest change. They guessed he was an immensely formidable expert, perhaps retired here in his old age to enjoy his twilight years while guarding the Hall of Stored Techniques.
As for his cultivation, no one knew that either.
If this were not the headquarters of the Eastern Domain Demon Hunter Organization, Wei Fan would have thought the old man was an ordinary person. It took several knocks on the table before he woke, his face still bleary with sleep.
"It's you, brat? What are you doing here again? Last time, you returned the token to me, which meant you had given up comprehending the Earth Emperor Slaughter Saint Art. Don't think you can continue comprehending it."
Jian Fusheng