Satisfied with her plan, Ye Jian gave the mysterious room one final glance before quietly leaving Lin Feng's courtyard.
Her figure moved gracefully through the night, soon disappearing into the darkness.
Not long after, she returned to her clan.
The clan library was a vast and ancient place that contained countless books collected over many generations.
Most cultivators visited only the sections containing cultivation techniques, pill formulas, and ancient records.
Very few people paid attention to the mortal archives.
That section contained books written by ordinary people… stories, philosophies, poetry, and other records that cultivators usually considered trivial.
But tonight, Ye Jian headed there directly.
The mortal archive was quiet and dimly lit.
Rows of old shelves stretched across the room, filled with dusty books that had not been touched for years.
Ye Jian walked slowly along the shelves, scanning the titles with sharp eyes.
