Su Fan found quite a few records in the vast sea of books within the Scripture Hall of the Demon Sun Divine Palace that were greatly beneficial for addressing the hidden dangers in his body.
He found a secluded corner, sat cross-legged, spread the classics across his knees, and began studying them word by word.
After pondering them repeatedly, the many doubts that had weighed on his heart for so long suddenly cleared like clouds parting to reveal the sun. Quite a few novel insights and cultivation ideas quietly emerged in his mind.
Among them were many rare records specifically concerning ways to resolve the hidden dangers in his body, giving him considerable inspiration and reference.
There were also many cultivation insights painstakingly summarized by senior cultivators, every line containing exquisite, long-lost profundities.
This trip to the Scripture Hall had truly been worthwhile.
That afternoon, gentle sunlight pierced through the carved wooden window lattice of the Scripture Hall, sifting down fragmented, mottled patches of light and shadow.
Su Fan was absorbed in an ancient volume of secret lore, its cover worn and its pages thick, his expression utterly focused.
Suddenly, several childish voices came from not far away, breaking the hall's primordial silence.
Su Fan's brows drew together almost imperceptibly, and his divine sense swept out quietly like an invisible veil.
Behind the shadows of a row of towering bookshelves not far away, he saw several young disciples in the Qi Refining Stage, dressed in the sect's robes, sitting cross-legged and chatting.
They spoke without the slightest restraint, treating the solemn Scripture Hall as a place for idle conversation.
At first, they discussed only ordinary trivialities within the sect.
Su Fan paid little attention, but as they continued, the topic somehow turned to the Su Family.
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