When alone with Sebela, Yi Lin really wanted to ask what the note was all about.
But it seemed as if Sebela had forgotten about it, or perhaps, for some reason, she couldn't bring it up directly with Yi Lin. Yi Lin could only keep the matter hidden in his heart for the time being, waiting for an opportunity to investigate its secrets.
The library was a room tens of meters tall.
Calling it a "room" might not be as fitting as calling it a "Book Tower."
As soon as Yi Lin entered the cylindrical building, he was stunned by the vast collection of books, like an ocean.
He had not expected to see so many books in one room.
With the proliferation of digitalization, such paper books had long become remnants of history. Obviously, these were all antiques.
Just look at Xing Fei, who treated his few shabby ancient Alchemy books as treasures.
The cylindrical library had an area of about two to three hundred square meters, judging by sight.
