Who knew how many cultivation arts were stored here? Likely countless, given the sect's long history. It was bound to be as diverse as it was vast—esoteric arts, lost techniques from a bygone era, ingenious methods that explored aspects he'd never even considered. The possibilities were endless.
His heart began to race at the thought. This truly was the perfect place for him. He could research any kind of cultivation art or technique he wanted, surrounded by like-minded individuals, and best of all, he wouldn't have to do anything else.
No risky missions.
No never-ending cases.
No silver-haired fiends haunting his every step.
No smug colleagues gloating over his misfortunes.
No scheming just to survive another day.
No foul-mouthed bird neighbors mocking him and stealing from him at every opportunity.
