Listening to the words of the Great Freedom Celestial Demon, Zhang Chen wanted to slap himself. This was obviously cultivating foolishly. More accurately, he'd been led astray by the Fox Spirit.
Then, in the next moment, Zhang Chen transformed into mist and rose into the air, slipping through the window crack directly into the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion. Inside, he found the arrangement there was completely different from the first two floors because there were only a few books.
The whole room had only one bookshelf, with a few books quietly placed upon it. However, these books were different from the previous ones as their material had finally changed.
Besides the books written on book paper, there were also secret texts written on animal hide.
Zhang Chen cautiously approached, his eyes carefully scanning the secret texts written on book paper, his fingers lightly touching them, and in the next moment, the secret texts turned into ash.
