Huang Ling guided Michael through the ornate corridors of the main building, eventually arriving at a door adorned with intricate carvings. With a gentle push, the door swung open to reveal a study room that exuded an air of quiet intellect and scholarly pursuits.
The study was a sanctuary of knowledge, with bookshelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling, filled to the brim with volumes of ancient texts and scriptures. The rich scent of aged parchment and ink wafted through the air, embracing the room in an aura of wisdom.
Michael looked around in awe at the grand spectacle, he had never seen so many books in his life, even when he was in the Alchemy Division at the Soaring Dragon Palace. Elena was a book collector herself, but her collection paled in comparison to the one before him.
'Elena would probably go bonkers if she were here,' Michael thought inwardly.
