Outside the Zheng Family Scripture Repository, there were four Tenth Grade Martial Artists guarding it. As the sentinels of the Scripture Pavilion, they were never polite to the younger generation who entered the pavilion to select Martial Arts Skills.
However, upon seeing Zheng Ming, they all revealed strained smiles and said, "Young Master Ming, you've made your selection!"
Zheng Ming nodded and replied, "I've looked through, but there's nothing outstanding."
What's the use of just looking? Each Martial Arts Skill requires a great deal of effort to cultivate for ten or twenty years before it can be of any use.
It seemed that this time, he must have come for nothing! The four guards, who harbored a trace of contempt after exchanging glances, said to Zheng Ming in unison, "If Young Master Ming doesn't mind the trouble, please allow us to search you once!"
"This... this is a rule that everyone who enters the Scripture Pavilion must follow."
