'Took a while to find it...' The Young Master thought to himself as he walked in.
Zhao Laohu was glad to walk in for more than one reason. One of those reasons, and a rather important one, was that he could finally escape from the pesky and irritating sun that was shining high above. It was noon.
Upon walking in, Zhao couldn't help but nod.
Just as the name suggested, it was indeed Grand.
'The Grand Library. I'll probably end up spending a lot of time here...'
There were countless shelves and books, as well as tables and chairs.
Numerous Martial Artists filled those chairs, their noses plunged into the books they held.
Focused, they seldom stood up.
'Mmm... The right arm and right leg remain in front. Move the left arm thirty degrees to the left, rotate the...' The Martial Artist scratched his head, and pushed his chair back. 'I can't picture it quite right-'
