Chapter 125: Target financial freedom_1

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Outside the Divine Skills Secret Manual Pavilion, Little Beiyan initially stood outside the door. Gradually, he had made his way under the eaves and lay down.

The sun above had moved from directly overhead to one side of the sky.

Little Beiyan stretched leisurely. His senior brother had been in the Divine Skills Secret Manual Pavilion for over two hours now. He'd grown so tired of waiting that Xiang Ziyu hadn't even come out. He wondered, picking out a Divine Skills secret manual shouldn't be this troublesome, should it?

Finally, just as he was about to leave on his own, Xiang Ziyu came out holding two tattered books.

One of the books was clearly burnt, charred black all over, and the other had obviously been soaked in water for a long time, with the entire book so wrinkly it barely resembled a book.