The Rustling Shadow Sword Skill

In this particular room with the library, each shelf was tightly stacked with martial skills preserved in various ways from various times.

The alignment of jade strips with brilliant lustre and several bamboo scrolls as well as similar booklets carvee with special materials and engraved symbols.

For Xiao Ming alone, it might be a little stressful for him to scour through within two hours but since he had the snow cat with him, it would be fine even if he wanted to do everything in less than an hour. 

So, right then, Xiao Ming and the just awoken Xue Mao began their search for a right skill. 

Before he arrived, he had made his internal calculations and figured out the number of contribution points awarded to him as a fresher student or rather as a new disciple of the Heavenly Moon Sect. 

He had a whooping three thousand contribution points!

This was simply an exaggerated amount that proved one rich.