The library was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. Scattered disciples from the Outer Sect were moving between the shelves, trying their best to maintain silence.
Pan Yang was still sitting at the registration desk by the door, his eyes continuously focused on the "Jiuli Travelogue" in his hand. He had no idea how long he'd been reading until a confident young voice sounded in his ear.
"Mr. Pan, how have you been lately?"
Liou Yuan stood straight in front of Pan Yang, smiling at the disciple holding the book behind the counter.
It seemed like he was talking to Pan Yang, but his eyes were intentionally or unintentionally glancing at the book in Pan Yang's hand.
"Mr. Liou, is your cottage built yet?"
Pan Yang glanced at Liou Yuan with his peripheral vision, put the book down, and bantered familiarly, "You've been in the sect for less than a year, and your house has been destroyed three times. Mr. Liou, you are the first in Five Extremes Mountain for decades."
