Just while Xin Lin was taking a quick glance around, the incense stick in her hand, thinner than her little finger, had already burned a third of the way down.
"Old coot, this is obviously making things difficult for me."
Xin Lin pursed her lips.
But did the old eunuch really think that would stump her?
Xin Lin let out a cold laugh.
What did it matter if there were no candles or lanterns? She was one who possessed Fu Xi's Energy.
With Fu Xi's Energy gathered in her eyes, the dimly lit Spiritual Weapon Repository suddenly became bright, and Xin Lin could see all the books and Beast Skin Scrolls on the shelves clearly.
Xin Lin's gaze landed on the nearest row of shelves.
"Human-level Middle Stage Technique, Eight Diagrams Leg."
"Lower Human-level Technique, Heavenly Net Stick Technique."
"Human-level Middle Stage Technique, Scorpion King Whip."
