The gray-robed old man looked at Li Yan. "The cultivation methods and immortal arts in the pavilion marked in green are free. Those in other colors must be exchanged for spirit stones."
Li Yan only half understood and looked somewhat blankly at Li Wuyi. Li Wuyi smiled and answered for him, "Martial Uncle Gu, I'll explain these things to him in detail later."
"Very well. Go on in." The gray-robed old man lazily raised a hand and waved it behind him. In an instant, a swirling black vortex appeared in the air behind him. It floated silently, turning slowly, mysterious and unknown.
Li Yan stared in a daze. He could vaguely guess the purpose of the vortex, but the black hole looked like the gaping maw of some beast, and a chill still rose in his heart.
Li Wuyi stepped forward and grabbed Li Yan. Before he could react, Li Wuyi lifted off the ground and flew into the vortex. Li Yan was greatly alarmed, his head spinning. When he opened his eyes the next moment, he found himself standing inside a pavilion. It was about seven or eight zhang across, and he could not help looking around.
At that moment, he and Li Wuyi stood in the middle of this floor of the pavilion. Behind them, a black vortex still turned slowly, while three staircases ahead led upward. Just as he had expected, this place might be another space, much like a Storage Pouch. Or perhaps that black vortex was like a teleportation array that had sent them somewhere near Small Bamboo Peak. Li Yan pieced together his scant experience and guessed silently.
"Junior Brother, this is the Treasure Pavilion. The staircase on the left leads to the Scripture Pavilion; the one in the middle leads to the Treasure