Kyoto.
Deep within the Martial Arts Association.
Chen Sheng walked slowly along the brightly lit, lengthy corridor.
"Sir."
Every few dozen meters, there would be an alloy gate, accompanied by fully armed guards.
But before Chen Sheng even got close,
the alloy gates would creak open.
He would also hear the guards greeting him.
Archive room.
That was where Chen Sheng was headed.
This place stored a vast amount of cultivation methods and precious ancient texts.
It was also the area with the highest security level within the Martial Arts Association, ranking alongside the underground research institute.
In the past long period, no one other than Li Wuji was allowed near the archive room.
Even the security guards could only station themselves outside the alloy gates.
Usually,
only when Li Wuji needed to retrieve some books would they enter.
Most of the time,
a hundred-meter radius centered around the archive room was kept dead silent all year round.
