Chapter 115: What a Joke, a Huajin Slaying an Embracing Pill?

"Hm?"

Zhang Su stopped in his tracks.

Moonlight filtered through the cracks in the window lattice. Although the Martial Arts Pavilion was dim, it wasn't pitch-black.

'Are there still remnants of Hidden Sword Manor?'

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Su's eyes as he looked toward the source of the voice.

The Martial Arts Pavilion was not large.

The first floor was lined with several large bookshelves, and the aisles between them were only wide enough for a single person to pass through.

Zhang Su passed a row of bookshelves and saw an old man hidden behind another.

The old man was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall, dressed in a worn, grayish-white robe.

His graying hair was disheveled, hanging loosely as if it hadn't been combed in a very long time.

What was most striking were his legs.

Below the knees, there was nothing. His trouser legs were tied in knots, resting on the ground.