We searched through the library, taking all the ancient scrolls and putting them inside my Spatial Pouch. Each time my hand moved toward the wooden bookshelf to grab one, I could feel the dust entering my nostrils, giving me the urge to sneeze. It reminded me of my old grandma's room, where she stored all the things she could not let go of, and I always told her, 'Grandma, is this a museum?'
Anyway, Shi Wei proved to be a valuable asset in our scroll gathering job. He had read many of the scrolls in that library due to his time trapped there, so he knew which ones were worth taking.
I was relieved after we finished the oftask of stripping the library of all its knowledge, turning the bookshelves into empty ones, just like the school I used to study in. The idea of not having to deal with dust again enlightemed me, but the feeling did not last long.
