With hesitant steps, Liang Yifei cautiously approached the ethereal figure amidst the vast expanse of stars. The silence in the air was palpable, its weight felt as his own breath echoed through the emptiness. Drawing nearer, his gaze fixated on the old man's eyes, which were deep pools of wisdom and knowledge, seemingly lost in contemplation of the infinite depths of space.
Liang Yifei spoke, his voice barely audible, its timbre swallowed by the immensity surrounding them. "Excuse me, senior, I was under the impression that I was heading towards the record hall—a library filled with books—not this boundless expanse."
The old man's gaze remained unwavering, lingering among the constellations, as his voice, gentle yet resonant with an otherworldly quality, cut through the silence. "The record hall is more than just a mundane library; it exists as a universe unto itself, transcending the boundaries of physical limitations," he explained.
