Mo Ling sat at the table in a daze, staring at the Great Clan Leader slumped over on the tabletop.
The man he had just been chatting with had vanished in the blink of an eye, without a trace.
'Did they really go back?'
Mo Ling pulled the ancient Fishman tome out from under the Great Clan Leader's arm and slid it in front of him.
The Fishman script on it hadn't changed. A Little Fish swam back and forth, weaving between the characters, as vivid and lifelike as ever.
He still couldn't believe the Fishmen had vanished so easily.
"What are you looking for?"
A voice suddenly spoke from behind Mo Ling.
'Bai Zhou!'
Mo Ling spun around, but he still couldn't see where he was.
Just like outside the library, he could hear the voice but couldn't see a soul.
"Where are you?" With the Fishmen gone, Mo Ling no longer felt the need to be cautious and asked the question directly.
"Right here." A short Black Shadow suddenly jumped onto the table.
