The cave was spacious, bathed in the soft glow of Moonstones on all sides.
Ning Jiang sat cross-legged upon a meditation cushion, his white hair hanging low, looking like an ancient Buddha or a venerable old monk.
He had driven out twelve people with an array, leaving only Zhang Yao, Yan Shuangying, and two other men and one woman.
"Go ahead and pick one of these Martial Techniques for yourselves."
In front of Ning Jiang were several Martial Technique manuals, all left behind by the cave's master.
He picked one up for himself. It wasn't a Martial Technique, but a journal.
It chronicled the life of the cave's master.
He had been a Peak Innate Strong Person.
The gist of it was that life was finite. His time was up, and he couldn't break through the barrier of life and death, so he left some of his belongings in the cave before he died.
Even at the Peak of Innate, one's lifespan was a mere two hundred years.
