In the Sword Library, every bookshelf was a dozen meters high. There were at least 50 bookshelves and each of them was as long as 15 meters, with countless ancient books and jade tablets. They were like glittering jewels that delighted the eyes.
It was difficult to calculate how many techniques were kept here.
No wonder Sword Conference attracted so many people.
"What a joke. Do you want to learn everything here?"
A voice from an old man came from the side. Zhou Xuanji glanced over and saw an old man with a head of white hair, who stood below the stone pillar, sweeping the floor.
Zhou Xuanji laughed with disdain. What could an ant know about an eagle's ability?
He stepped forward, quickly got hold of a sword technique, and began to read.
"Sword Spirit, remember everything for me."
"Sure, Sword Owner."
With the help of the Sword Spirit, Zhou Xuanji rapidly read one book after another.
