As the door closed with a quiet thud behind him, Apollo looked around the floor with curiosity.
There were twelve techniques floating atop circular platforms, emitting subtle glows. The surrounding Qi circulated around them, so dense that Apollo could perceive it even without focusing his senses.
He realized that the soothing sensation came from the twelve techniques, like flowers releasing pollen into the air.
The beggar glanced around and noticed a single door and a staircase leading to another floor. There was no reception desk, no white-robed men on standby—he was the only person in the room.
Looking back at the floating scrolls and techniques, Apollo couldn't help but smile. "This is paradise."
He could feel the power in each technique, even though he hadn't opened them yet.
He considered the stairs for a moment before walking toward the nearest floating book.
