Li An's residence was not large, just a simple, small house, but it was clean and tidy.
Especially notable were three rooms, all dedicated as studies!
They were filled with books Li An had bought from various sources.
Astronomy and geography, snakes, insects, birds, beasts, pills, instruments, talismans, medicine... there was everything.
Moreover, although these books were clean, they appeared somewhat worn, evidently having been thoroughly read.
Song Mingzhang casually picked up a book or two, leafing through them carefully, and saw that Li An had made notes and annotations on the key points in every book.
These miscellaneous books were not considered important by cultivators, serving primarily to broaden one's knowledge.
But from Li An's notes, Song Mingzhang could imagine that when Li An was hunched over reading, he was truly immersed in the books, as if unwilling to part with their flowing streams.
He put down the book in his hand and picked up another one from elsewhere.
