The book in Han Yu's hands was old, unassuming, and bound in cracked leather. As he dusted off its worn surface, his eyes scanned the title on the first page: "Secrets of the Needle Finger Alchemist."
A strange name.
But then...Han Yu's heart skipped a beat.
He didn't know about the book, but he did recognize the name mentioned.
"Isn't the Needle Finger Alchemist a legendary Alchemist venerated by many?" Han Yu had heard Li Mei mention about it once.
A skill book containing authentic knowledge of the man's skills could prove invaluable.
Han Yu glanced around the dusty shop once more, then carefully held the book in his hands, mindful of any sudden interruptions.
This discovery could change everything.
Intrigued, he was just about to open it and read further when—
FWUUMP!
"AUGH! Ghost!" Han Yu cried out, stumbling backward and nearly knocking over a crooked shelf.