The talismanic seal instantly turned to ash, and a relaxed look appeared on Daoist Ming Yuan's face.
"Brother Long Yi, it's all up to you now," Ming Yuan murmured to himself internally.
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After spending three sleepless days in the Scripture Pavilion, Yi Chen felt like he was about to mold over, his head dizzy from perusing the vast sea of various scriptures.
"It really is better outside," Yi Chen sighed.
Little Miao, hidden in Yi Chen's embrace, poked out its little cat head and nodded vigorously in agreement.
Those three days were terrifying. Every time it tried to steal a moment of laziness, a large hand would pick it up, demanding:
"At your age, how can you sleep so comfortably?"
"If a spirit beast doesn't learn, it would forever remain a mere furry beast with horns and claws."
"This is the Scripture Pavilion of Dragon Tiger Mountain, how many spirit beasts have the fortune to browse such books here?"
