Cultivation knows no sun or moon.
In the blink of an eye, another ten years of cold and warmth have passed...
Scriptures Depository.
A streak of light flew over and transformed into the figure of Fang Xi.
The fluctuation of magic power on his body startlingly reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment; having often come to read books, he had long been familiar with the gate-keeping disciple. He didn't need to show any tokens and was let in directly.
As Fang Xi arrived at the entrance, he suddenly paused, "Where's the elder who guards the depository?"
The place where Elder Shu used to sit was now occupied by another unfamiliar, long-bearded cultivator.
"This brother... I am Fu QingShu, originally stationed in Qinghua Market, now temporarily taking over the responsibility of the guardian elder. As for Elder Shu... he passed away a month ago..."
Fu QingShu cupped his fists politely in greeting, his expression tinged with a hint of sorrow.
"I see..."
