"However," the young cultivator said with a slight shake of his head, "I'm only responsible for guarding the scripture repository here. I have no power to register books for you. You've sought the wrong person."
Upon hearing this, Yao Wudi was taken aback, seeming somewhat incredulous, but he soon recovered and urgently responded.
"Sir, that's not very fair. You're an esteemed Immortal Ascension Venerable, surely you have the power to privately register a few cultivation manuals?"
"Naturally, yet..."
The youthful cultivator revealed a helpless expression.
"I'm the one who didn't allow it."
A faint voice suddenly echoed outside the stone door.
Yao Wudi was startled, his spiritual sense widened as he looked up at the three temples.
Underneath the empty moonlight, he saw nothing, yet he could clearly sense that atop the three temples, two mysterious and solemn palaces were slowly revolving.