Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2265

Andrew stopped on the 89th floor of the Martial Tower. It was not that he did not want to continue upward, but someone had directly appeared to intercept him.

Looking at the gray-haired old man sitting cross-legged at the entrance, Adriel Baird, Andrew remained calm. He said, "Sir, please step aside. I need to go up and find something."

Adriel's voice was raspy as he replied, "May I ask what you're looking for?"

Andrew snorted coldly. "The Body's Metamorphosis from Silverthorn Monastery, or maybe the Imperial Court style from Mount Lourneau. If I can't find those, then I'll settle for a few Heavenly-tier martial arts manuals to play around with."

Adriel was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "The Body's Metamorphosis from Silverthorn Monastery and the Imperial Court style from Mount Lourneau? You can forget about those.

"You're not the only one who wants them. Even our generations of guardians in the military have been desperate for them, and the only way would be to wipe out those ancient sects and take them by force."

Andrew frowned. "Are you telling me that even the 100th floor has no collection of these?"

Adriel continued shaking his head. "No. Rest assured, I have no reason to lie to you. Because before you, someone else came looking for these legendary manuals, and I took him up to the 100th floor to see for himself. In the end, he left completely disheartened."

Andrew asked, "Who?"

Adriel gave a bitter smile as he watched Andrew leave. Soon after, a digital projection flickered into view before him. He only glanced at it once before settling back into his silent meditation.

The figure on the projection was Philip, his brows furrowed. "Where is he? Why did he just leave?"

Adriel kept his eyes shut, refusing to open them. "What he wanted was the same thing Reginald wanted two years ago. Obviously, it's to break through the last seal in his body. I told him the truth: Martial Tower can't help him."

Philip raised a hand to his forehead, looking troubled. "We can't provide what he wants. But couldn't you have at least offered him something else?"