As they spoke, they were already walking into the bookcases, the rich scent of ink rushing over them. Just as Zhuge Yuan was pondering what kind of place this was, Li Jinshu grabbed his hand and suddenly pressed him to the side. There was light ahead.
This time, Li Jinshu didn't even say a word. He just gestured with his hands for Zhuge Yuan not to make a sound, then slowly led him forward step by step.
Faint beams of light seeped through the cracks of the bookcases, and as they drew closer to the source, a hazy sound of reading could be heard inside; there were others in this room.
But, separated by the bookcases, Zhuge Yuan still could not see where these people were. Yet seeing the calm and unruffled look on Li Jinshu's face, the situation didn't seem dangerous for now.
