Fang Jie discovered that the White Lotus Book seemed to have been misnamed; it should have been called the Book of Knowledge.
In the past few days, Qin Lan compiled a vast collection of material and moved it to Fang Jie's room. As soon as he had gone through them, she would take them out, yet despite this, there was still a pile as large as a warehouse.
Even with Fang Jie's learning ability, studying so much was impossible.
But things were different with the White Lotus Book. Anything Fang Jie had read was recorded, and once recorded, it became his own, as if he spent a long time studying it himself.
Even if he wanted to use it, he could do so as instinctively as if he had mastered it.
All the time Fang Jie spent was just on flipping through pages, nothing more.
