Kenny Lin threw his identity token at Elder Pan.
"I'll leave this with you. If I return even one book short, I'll pay for it," he said and continued walking.
"Wait!" Elder Pan, now mentally prepared, quickly stopped him again.
"What now?" Kenny Lin, eager to share these dual cultivation techniques with Amalia, was clearly annoyed.
Elder Pan was almost in tears, "Junior Master Uncle, the Hidden Arts Pavilion has rules. If you do this, I'll be in trouble."
"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Sticking to the rules for no reason—do you plan to spend your whole life guarding the pavilion?" Kenny Lin said righteously.
Elder Pan was speechless for a moment.
How was that related?
He paused for a second before muttering, "...I really don't want to spend my whole life guarding the Hidden Arts Pavilion."
The pavilion was nice, but it hindered cultivation.
Cultivation required more than just staying behind closed doors.