'Hurricroak. Are you in the library right now?'
[Maestro! It's been ages, and it's fantastic hearing your voice again. Has it gotten stronger? You sound stronger.]
'You and I both know that you were probably watching me undergo a cultivation breakthrough on another continent, so let's just skip the small talk for now. By the way, I'm assuming you and the others had a betting pool, who won?'
[The children.]
'Huh...that's surprisingly appropriate given the topic...anyways, Hurricroak how quickly can you come to my current location?'
[Less than a minute. Why?]
'How do you feel about fighting in a revenge match?'
... Enough talk, let's rock...
The [Library of Nowhere], technically, wasn't a physical place.
While there was a physical building and location, the internal workings of the place were a chaotic mess.
