The next day, early morning.
Zhong Shenxiu, wearing a badge on his chest, arrived at the entrance of the second-floor library.
The two stone gargoyle statues didn't move an inch, just quietly watching him as the blood-red doors opened.
Creak!
A wave of musty air hit his face as Zhong Shenxiu saw rows of bookshelves extending endlessly into the room.
The area reminded him of the library in his primary school from his previous life, with only about a dozen wooden shelves; further in, a row of forbidden bookshelves was sectioned off with iron bars.
At a rough estimate, there were at most a few thousand books, certainly no more than ten thousand.
But if they were all related to the mystical, that would be considered quite a profound foundation indeed.
At this moment, the library was empty.
After all, the Five Rings School only had a mere four members now.
