Inside the library, Ye Bei looked at the silver moon and thought of many past events.
As time passed, the moon gradually set.
At the same time, when the dazzling sun slowly rose in the northeast, Ye Bei's thoughts gradually came back from the age of mythology.
"The era back then was really dazzling. Compared with the current era, it was much stronger and more exciting. Unfortunately, even that era was still destroyed. Even that kind of immortals and fairies no longer exist…"
When the first ray of sunlight fell on Ye Bei's white gown through the glass windows in the library, he muttered to himself softly.
After that, Wang An also woke up from his deep sleep.
"Master!"
Wiping the corner of his eye with his sleeve to make his mental state look better, then he got up, walked to Ye Bei, bent over, and shouted in a very respectful tone.
"Will we continue to stay in this library?"
