The somewhat gloomy archive room was situated to the north of Tingjian Valley, by a small waterfall.
Not many people visited this place, just a few disciples assigned to guard it, and an old man with white hair was rocking a palm-leaf fan while lying at the entrance, resting his spirit.
When Lin Xin emerged from the mountain path, this was the scene he encountered.
The old man was bare-chested and beside him lay a black cat, also dozing off.
The archive room was a small tower, entirely gray-white, almost merging into one with the surrounding grayish leaves and trees. Its surface was also dotted with brownish spots, the cause of which was unknown. Several yellow-green birds were chirping incessantly on the tower's roof.
Lin Xin walked straight toward the tower's door, and as he approached, two men with black beards came out. They glanced at him but without speaking, hurried off.
