A long time later, Su Zimo stirred awake.
Gradually, his five senses started recovering.
The first thing Su Zimo smelled was a faint scent of books and ink. It was old, emitted from ancient books that had been kept for a long time, but it smelled good.
Thereafter, his vision gradually cleared up.
His surroundings were dark and countless dust specks floated before him. Struggling to sit up, Su Zimo found that two wooden slabs were attached to his right wrist, stabilizing his wounds.
His muscles were still sore and painful.
"Am I not dead?"
Su Zimo looked around.
A series of wooden bookshelves stood all around and each of them were filled with many ancient books.
Most of them were filled with dust and should not have been used for a long time.
On the surface, this looked like an old study that was extremely spacious - there were at least a few thousand ancient books here!
