Zhang Su was no stranger to the Scripture Pavilion.
Now that he wore the robes of an Inner Sect disciple, however, things were naturally different.
Whenever Outer Sect disciples saw him, they lowered their heads and immediately stepped aside to make way.
It was fear that came from the depths of their bones.
Even when Zhang Su had once claimed the top spot in the Outer Sect, he had not possessed such prestige.
An Inner Sect disciple—this was the ultimate goal countless Outer Sect disciples strove toward!
Zhang Su arrived at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion and stopped at once.
This was because martial arts at the Internal Force level had to be sought on the second floor.
Only after the Scripture Pavilion elder verified one's identity could one go upstairs.
"Elder, this disciple Zhang Su requests permission to enter the second floor and choose martial arts."
Zhang Su spoke respectfully.
"Hmm? You've cultivated Internal Force?"
The Scripture Pavilion elder abruptly opened his eyes.
He knew Zhang Su.
He had even been deeply impressed by Zhang Su.
After all, he had once advised Zhang Su not to aim too high and waste his time on a Second Limit Break.
Yet how long had it been? Zhang Su had already cultivated Internal Force?
Something was off!
Very off!
"Yes, this disciple has already cultivated Internal Force and entered the Inner Sect."
Zhang Su answered truthfully.
"Internal Force... Would you mind extending your hand and letting this old man take a look? Ah, this old man's surname is Zhao."
After some thought, Zhang Su still extended his hand.
Elder Zhao immediately grasped Zhang Su's hand. Zhang Su felt a faint prickling pain in his palm, as though a force had entered his body.
But it caused him no harm.
A moment