Shi Qiu Daoist heard this and fell into silence.
Before long, he came out holding a quaint wooden box.
The wooden box was opened, revealing a roll of yellowed silk, which was the "Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture."
He trembled as he handed the wooden box to Li Changkong, his eyes full of pain and reluctance.
Li Changkong took the wooden box, opened it to take a look, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
But he did not leave at this point; instead, his gaze turned to the towering pavilion behind the Qian Yuan Daoist Sect, which was precisely the Scripture Pavilion of Qian Yuan Daoist Sect.
"Just this 'Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture' alone cannot satisfy me."
Shi Qiu Daoist's heart sank:
"What more do you want?"
Li Changkong's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable force: "I want to enter your Scripture Pavilion to browse all the cultivation technique tomes."
