Shuqi very obediently put the Speech-Spirit Pen back into the box. Out of personal habit, she placed the box right back where it had been. At that exact moment, the layout of the room shifted. The Eight Immortals table that had originally held the box transformed into a turquoise stone platform glowing with a faint halo. With the stone platform at the center, rows upon rows of bookshelves materialized out of the previously empty room, neatly filled with books.
"............" Shuqi's pupils dilated in shock. She walked over to the bookshelves with stiff, robot-like steps, circling them time and time again. The books covered an exhaustive range—mental cultivation methods, sword techniques, alchemy recipes, talisman manuals, and all sorts of other subjects.
Xitong was completely numb. She now had a pretty good idea of why Granny Yu had been hunted down. This was essentially equivalent to possessing a private library pavilion.
Chapter 18