The Wu Clan's Martial Library
The three youngsters followed Grandpa Son deeper into the library. They eventually reached a long hallway with numerous archways on either side that led into other areas. However, each side entrance was covered with a thick chi barrier. Each barrier was the same, nearly translucent silver color.
Wu Jian poked at the nearest barrier, but he retracted his finger quickly when an electric jolt raced through his body. Hou Jingshu gave him a look as if asking why he would do something so stupid. Wu Meiying just giggled at him. He tried hard to pretend he didn’t notice their expressions.
These barriers had been created to keep out people who had not reached the Hunger Realm. Wu Jian had once asked Grandpa Son about what was behind these barriers, and there were apparently more refined martial techniques and cultivation methods that could be dangerous in the wrong hands.
“Are you interested in learning a martial art because of the upcoming Three Clan Tournament?” asked Grandpa Son.