"These are..." Jiang Xiao pointed to the materials and the stack of extremely tall books in front of the old man.
"These are the notes left by Old Yang before he passed away and the books he consulted."
A silver-haired elder looked up, his eyes behind the glasses reflecting a trace of respect.
His fingers gently brushed over the yellowed pages, as if touching a precious treasure.
"We've transferred all of Old Yang's materials here, hoping to find more information about the 'God'."
Another elder held a heavy book in his hands, his voice carrying a slight, barely noticeable tremor, as if he had captured something.
Jiang Xiao walked over, with Shi Shi curiously following behind him, her small hand tightly clutching the hem of Jiang Xiao's clothes.
The elders' busy figures were shuttling back and forth in the room, flipping through every book, every note, every corner that might hide clues.
Their brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes whispering, sometimes lost in thought.
