Lang Huan Blessed Land.
The Ancient One, currently acting as the rotationally-appointed Book Immortal, was seated in front of numerous bookshelves. Countless book imps were busily moving books back and forth, piling them up in front of the elderly figure.
He perused the books in front of him with a worried expression, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"How is this possible?"
"Where exactly did the problem arise?"
"There shouldn't have been such a problem."
A small book imp nearby, who was ferrying books, couldn't help but quietly inquire:
"Old man Gu, ever since those people from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau came last time, you've been looking distressed. Did they give you a hard time?"
At this, The Ancient One sighed deeply, stroking his chin whiskers as he replied:
"If it were just them giving me a hard time, I wouldn't have had to put so much thought into it."
