The faint moonlight spilled across the entire mountain top like a thin layer of silver yarn.
Min Hong's figure once again appeared on the white futon in his sea of consciousness. Staring at the now hovering martial art in front of him that read; [Art of Myriad Seals], touching it with a look of sheer nervousness, anxiety and anticipation.
In the afternoon, he had already read through the 'Art of Myriad Seals' manual. But just as Min Jiao had said, it was an utterly incomplete manual, and to master this extremely complicated and detailed martial art, was indeed abnormally difficult.
Thus, a whole afternoon of intense studying yielded little to no effort. Moreover this 'Art of Myriad Seals' was also different from other kinds of martial arts Min Hong had ever come across.
