Lu Mingshu brought Yuan Rong into the Heavenly Ascension Pavilion.
Rooms after rooms of stone chambers held bookshelves, within which books were regularly cleaned by someone.
Seeing her meticulous in action, Yuan Rong couldn't help but ask, "Senior Sister, Senior Uncle Liu said you've read all the books here, is it true?"
"Mm."
"All of them?"
"All of them."
"Senior Sister, you're so amazing!" Yuan Rong's eyes widened, "There must be at least a few thousand books here!"
She had read far more than these; in the Heavenly Wheel, time flowed more slowly, and she had used that extra time to study the knowledge and techniques of various realms.
Behind any display of brilliance, there was always diligent effort. Without this hard-earned foundation, how could she shine so dazzlingly today?
"All right, that's everything cleaned up." Having cleared the last bookcase, Yuan Rong hopped down and stretched herself.
