Summer Palace.
In the quiet pavilion, it was already late at night, yet a black-robed Xue Ying still currently perused through the thick gold-leaf book on his lap. As a Transcendent, he was able to see well in the night.
Hua hua hua~
The rhythmic falling of rainwater could be heard from outside the pavilion. Cold wind blew in from the outside.
Xue Ying closed up the gold-leaf book in his hands, placing it solemnly back to the bottom compartment of the shelf. Only then did he stand up.
‘Close to 15 years of reading. Today, I’ve finally finished reading all books on Demigods from the Xia Clan recorded since the primordial time.’ Xue Ying walked to the outer railings of the pavilion, leaning on it as he watched the rain falling from the sky. He was feeling agitated within his chest.
Closing his eyes…
