The occupant of this small hut was the guardian of the Technique Palace.
Xu Zimei walked into the room. The space inside was not large, with a table placed right in the center.
The table, including the floor, was piled high with books, leaving scarcely any place to stand.
Sitting opposite the table, a woman clad in black was looking down, flipping through the sea of books before her.
"I've come to apply for Vein Skills," Xu Zimei said, taking out his token.
"Wait a moment," the woman replied indifferently, waving her hand.
Xu Zimei nodded, not in a hurry.
The sunlight outside gently bathed the ground, and a few white clouds floated lazily across the sky.
The afterglow of the setting sun stretched towards the horizon's end.
Bored, Xu Zimei took a seat next to a pile of books and pulled out the one that the old man at the Scripture Pavilion had given him.
