"You want to choose this primordial spell?" The gray-robed elder reclining outside the secret chamber glanced at the purplish-red feather in Wang Yu's hand and asked with a peculiar look.
"Yes. I need an escape technique, and I happen to have a wind-fire spirit root," Wang Yu replied respectfully.
Although he had already reached late Qi Refining, when he swept his divine sense over the gray-robed elder, the elder's aura still felt unfathomable. Naturally, he dared not show the slightest disrespect.
"Although the Wind-Fire Wheel is astonishingly powerful, it is an escape spell that controls its user rather than the other way around. One careless mistake could cause it to backlash against you. Have you thought this through?" the gray-robed elder warned.
"Please understand, Senior. I still wish to give it a try." Wang Yu was somewhat surprised, but after thinking it over, he replied without changing his mind.
"Since you have made up your mind, I naturally won't stop you. Pay the spirit stones. Remember to return this item to the Scripture Pavilion in three months." Seeing Wang Yu insist, the gray-robed elder seemed disinclined to say anything more. He pointed at a large vat beside him, then closed his eyes to rest.
Wang Yu dutifully tossed over two hundred spirit stones into the vat, then left the Scripture Pavilion with the Cloud Concealment Technique manual and the purplish-red feather.
The instant he left the Scripture Pavilion, a quiet voice suddenly rang out in a crimson secret chamber surrounded by rolling magma:
"So someone has chosen to cultivate this escape technique after all. Good, very good..."
The voice grew fainter and fainter, until it finally fell silent.
Meanwhile, Wang Yu had barely returned to his quarters and had yet to study the two sets of spell spirit markings