Shi Feiyang felt the discomfort in his body dissipate like morning mist, leaving him refreshed and invigorated, as if he had undergone a dual purification of soul and body, renewed entirely. He took a deep breath, his chest filled with vibrant energy, every cell cheering. With firm and powerful steps, he calmly walked towards the Scripture Pavilion.
Upon entering the Scripture Pavilion, a serene atmosphere embraced him, and time seemed to slow down here. The fragrance of old scrolls permeated the air, the scent of history's accumulation, with each wisp seemingly narrating the rise and fall of the Martial Arts.
Sunlight streamed through the delicate window lattices, casting dappled shadows, adding an aura of mystery and depth to this hall of Martial Arts knowledge and wisdom.
Shi Feiyang walked slowly, his slender fingers brushing over the bookshelves, fingertips lightly touching the yellowed ancient texts, the rough paper seemingly retaining the warmth of history.
