"Thank you for the information," Kranos nodded at the man's words, then turned and left.
After walking a short distance, just as the man had said, he saw the place he had spoken of. It was a run-down archive built into the side of a hill, half-swallowed by vines and dust. The door creaked open reluctantly as he pushed it.
Upon entering, Kranos glanced around. A few ancient scrolls and stone tablets lined rusted racks. The air inside was thick with the scent of mold and dampness.
He lit a small flame on his fingertip using the heavenly flame he had tamed and moved slowly.
Since no one else was present, he took his time browsing through the shelves.
After a while of searching, he noticed that most records were useless. They mainly contained cultivation manuals that were of no use to him, as well as trade ledgers and family records. He skimmed through them quickly, tossing aside anything that lacked value.
