Eight Desolations Institute Invitation

When Baili Changkong said that Lu Chuan did not trust him, he was not angry because of it. Instead, a trace of appreciation even appeared on his face.

He stroked his beard, then chuckled softly. "This boy is not very old, yet not only is his talent extraordinary, he is also so meticulous in the way he does things.

"With such a temperament, his future prospects will surely be limitless.

"For our Wuji Institute to obtain him is our Wuji Institute's fortune..."

Wan Sanqian stood to the side without speaking.

But in his heart, he very much agreed with Baili Changkong's words. In his heart, Lu Chuan was indeed a demon.

And at this moment.

After Lu Chuan, who was the main character, came out of Baili Changkong's cave residence, he did not return to his own mountain-peak cave residence. Instead, he headed straight for the Scripture Pavilion.

The refinement of the Quasi-Dao Tool already had a place to land. Next was to use up the merit he had earned.

His [Epoch Book], this general outline of Divine Martial, still needed to continue being deduced and perfected. Relying on his own foundation alone definitely would not be enough.

He needed more knowledge to enrich himself.

As the saying went, stones from other mountains could polish jade. Only by reading widely, drawing parallels from one thing to another, and gaining understanding by analogy

could one go farther.

Moreover, now that his status had risen and he enjoyed the treatment of a Level Three Steward, he could also enter the higher levels of the Scripture Pavilion and investigate more information he had not previously had the authority to examine.

About ten minutes later.

Lu Chuan had already arrived at the plaza outside the Scripture Pavilion.

"Brother, wait..."

Suddenly, just as Lu Chuan