The Kunlun Mountains stood tall and majestic, their peaks shrouded in mist as if guarding secrets known only to the heavens. Nestled within the heart of these ancient peaks was the serene and grand library of Kunlun, a place where knowledge was revered and preserved for generations. Tall shelves, laden with scrolls and tomes of ages past, lined the walls, their intricate patterns telling stories of their own.
Jiang Xicheng paced the polished wooden floors of the library. His robes flowed like liquid obsidian, each step echoing softly in the hallowed silence. His raven hair was pulled back in a simple yet elegant knot, revealing a strong jawline and features that bespoke of noble lineage. Though his external demeanour appeared calm, his heart thumped with anticipation.
