As they spoke, they had already walked into the bookshelf, with the rich scent of ink filling the air. Just as Zhuge Yuan was pondering what place this was, Li Jinshu suddenly pulled him aside. There was light ahead.
This time, Li Jinshu didn't say a word, only signaled Zhuge Yuan with his hand not to make any noise, and followed him gradually, step by step, moving forward.
The dim light trickled through the gaps in the bookshelf, like stars peeking through. As they got closer to the light source, a faint sound of reading echoed inside the room where others were present.
But separated by the bookshelf, Zhuge Yuan couldn't see where the people were, yet observing Li Jinshu's composed expression, the current situation seemed not dangerous.
And with the increase of the light source, Zhuge Yuan only then discovered there were carvings on the stone pillars around. The giant pillar ahead was barely visible. Anyway, the contents on the nearest pillar depicted someone creating words.
