Xia Ji knew that he would be found out sooner or later, so he didn't read any books. Instead, he went straight to the top of the True Martial Pavilion's library. His eyes swept across the place and quickly landed on some ancient books.
Those ancient books were easy to distinguish. They emitted an oily smell that preserved the pages, and the pages were yellowish.
He said without hesitation,
With long sleeves waving,
A gust of wind was like a dragon,
The pages of the book were blown by the wind and made a "Hua Hua" sound.
Then, they fell from the bookshelf like butterflies and floated in the air.
Xia Ji pulled back his sleeve, and all the books were sucked into his storage space.
After collecting the books, he threw out a piece of paper, grabbed a pen, and wrote on it:
The book in the pavilion is very mysterious. I can't help but yearn for it. I borrowed it without asking today. I will return it to you in the future.
