Chapter 82. Repository of Ancient Knowledge

Amon whirled in alarm and jumped away from the source of the voice at the same time, Swan dagger in his right hand and a throwing knife in his left. How can someone sneak behind him like this? He had the thought as he jumped.

The person in his sight was a scholarly dressed young man. No, not a man. After a better look, this man looked intangible.

'A spirit?' Amon thought.

"I am indeed a spirit. I am a spirit created to oversee this place until a suitable candidate comes," the spirit said.

"You can read my mind?" Amon asked.

"This place is enchanted. Those that enter this place will have their minds open to the overseer. In this case, me."

"What is this place?"

"It's a legacy place left behind by my creator. He placed the treasure here to help future young cultivators, such as you."

"I see… Considering this place is still intact, I figure I am the first one to arrive here?"

"You are correct."

"What do you store here?"

"Knowledge."