The library of Saint Florian Magic Academy stood majestically in the heart of the campus, like a weathered Wise Man silently guarding a treasure trove of knowledge. Moonlight poured down, draping the ancient structure in a silver veil and lending it an air of solemnity.
Lu Chen stepped quickly into the library. A scent, a mixture of mustiness and the smell of ink, rushed to meet him, making him take a deep breath. Inside, the library was brightly lit. Rows of tall bookshelves extended as far as the eye could see, densely packed with various books that seemed to silently recount the passage of time and the vastness of knowledge.
"Hello there, young man. Is there anything I can help you with?" A petite old woman with silver hair and round-framed glasses peeked out from behind a bookshelf. Her face was lined with wrinkles, but her eyes were bright and piercing, shining with wisdom.
Chapter 18