The Scripture Pavilion's light was weak. I pushed through the ache in my body, scanning the room with my eyes.
The first three floors held mostly technique records.
The fourth floor contained martial arts history records.
I couldn't stop myself from saying: "Three whole floors of techniques - tracking down the Spirit binding technique is going to be tough."
With just three days to work with, hunting for the Spirit binding technique felt like searching for a needle in a haystack for me.
But right now, I had no other option. I had to go through the books one by one.
The Capital City Martial Arts Association housed countless books, many passed down from Western Buddhism.
I grabbed book after book, and before I knew it, half the day was gone, but I still hadn't located the Spirit binding technique.
Watching my pace, Pearson Bowman looked surprised: "Mr. Raymond, none of these techniques catch your eye?"
I looked his way and gave a casual answer: "Yeah, they don't fit me."
