Andrew stopped on the 89th floor of the Martial Tower. It was not that he did not want to continue upward, but someone had directly appeared to intercept him.

Looking at the gray-haired old man sitting cross-legged at the entrance, Adriel Baird, Andrew remained calm. He said, "Sir, please step aside. I need to go up and find something."

Adriel's voice was raspy as he replied, "May I ask what you're looking for?"

Andrew snorted coldly. "The Body's Metamorphosis from Silverthorn Monastery, o