Ancient Martial World, Han Sect, within the Scripture Pavilion.
Ye Chenfeng, Han Chuxue, and Wang Bo, the three of them were ceaselessly taking various tomes off the shelves, flipping through them one by one without missing a single one, because this was a matter of Han Chuxue's life, so they had to be absolutely serious and careful.
Just the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion alone housed tens of thousands of books, concerning basic medical skills, cultivation methods, the history of the Ancient Martial World..., a dizzying array of books of all sorts and types.
Time raced by, one hour, two hours, three hours.
The sky outside had completely darkened. Since there was no electricity in the Ancient Martial World, the four walls of the Han Sect's Scripture Pavilion were lined with huge candles. Once these candles were lit, the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion brightened up again.
