The cultivators, Zenki, Meiying, Zhenyue, and Mengting, stood in awe as they gazed upon the vast repository of celestial wisdom. Zenki, his fiery essence resonating with the ancient scrolls, felt a surge of anticipation. The flickering flames within him seemed to dance in harmony with the pulsating knowledge that surrounded them.
Meiying, her connection to the wind heightened, sensed the whispers of countless scholars and mystics who had walked these hallowed halls before. The air carried fragments of their wisdom, and Meiying couldn't help but be moved by the weight of the accumulated knowledge. "The wind carries the voices of those who sought enlightenment," she mused, her eyes reflecting both reverence and curiosity.
