Because the fire was discovered quite promptly, the blaze wasn't very fierce, but the intense, thick smoke and scorching air made it impossible for anyone to approach. Ye Fan, who had once learned firefighting knowledge, knew this all too well. If one inhaled the hot smoke, it would directly scorch the entire respiratory tract. In severe cases, it would be fatal, and even in milder cases, one would require a long period of treatment.
Ye Fan quickly covered his face with a wet towel and then rushed into the smoke-engulfed Hundred Herbs House. Not long after, Ye Fan burst out gasping for breath, holding a pile of thread-bound books which he dropped onto the ground before rushing back in. Old Master Wang too, with a damp towel over his face and wrapped in a wet blanket, went back and forth transporting books.
But there were too many books, and this ant-moving method was like trying to put out a wildfire with a cup of water, playing a minuscule role.
