This time around, he had a lot of time. As such, Song Shuhang relied on his powerful memory to note down this version of the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ written with ancient characters.
Now, I won't have to worry even if I get dragged into that infinite make-up test space again, Song Shuhang thought to himself.
Still, that infinite make-up test space didn't appear. Soon after, the split open body of the Mountain of Myriad Books started to slowly close up. Just as it was closing up, the Mountain of Myriad Books shouted and wrangled.
What the hell was going on?! Since when had its body become like this? It had unexpectedly turned into a huge book? Who had carried out this cruel transformation on its body while it was soundly sleeping?
"The mountain closed again... but what about the Still Pond of Wisdom?" Song Shuhang looked all around, not seeing any 'Still Pond of Wisdom'.
