Thirty-seven reappeared in the library shortly after while bringing the delicacies that he had promised.
A series of long tables floated inside the large room and softly landed in front of the couches where the three heroic cultivators were seated.
Noah and the elders had easily found tomes and scrolls that discussed theories and clues about the Immortal Lands while the automation was away.
The contents of those books had immediately claimed their interest, and they barely noticed that food and sweet wine had been placed in front of them.
Even Noah, who usually didn't care about historical records, was immersed in that knowledge.
It couldn't be helped, even the slight hint that concerned the Immortal Lands was a unique treasure for heroic cultivators.
Beings that strived for the divine would pay a fortune to learn more about it.
It was a simple but innate drive.
Thirty-seven remained silent when he saw that scene.
