The hall was extremely dim, and Xu Yan obediently followed behind the old man in hemp robes.
Looking at the old man's slightly stooped back, Xu Yan unconsciously reached up to touch his face.
Could this old man have seen through me? Xu Yan murmured inwardly, pondering what the old man had meant earlier.
Just as he made that unconscious gesture, the old man in hemp robes suddenly stopped, turned, and smiled at him. "These three rows all contain cultivation art inheritances."
At those words, Xu Yan cupped his fists and bowed to the old man, then looked in the direction he was pointing.
Various cultivation arts lay scattered across three rows of dilapidated wooden shelves. A cursory sweep of his divine sense revealed more than a hundred of them.
As Xu Yan examined the cultivation arts, the old man in hemp robes spat softly. "Don't look at me with that corpse face, boy. It brings bad luck. Pah!"
The old man's words eased Xu Yan's worries. A faint smile appeared on his stern face, and he bowed. "I've grown accustomed to it. Please forgive me, Senior."
The old man in hemp robes nodded at that and continued farther inside.
Soon, the old man stopped again, and his voice rang out.
"The remaining nine shelves contain spell inheritances. Together with the three shelves from earlier, they make up all the inheritances the alliance currently possesses."
Having said that, the old man fixed his aged eyes on Xu Yan and slowly asked, "So, boy, did you come here today to exchange for a cultivation art or a spell?"
"Senior, I came to exchange for a cultivation art. The art I practiced before was the Spirit Guiding Art. Which art do you think would be suitable for me to switch to?" Xu