The vibrations of the Ancient Scripture Pavilion grew more and more violent. The overhead beams let out groans that sounded barely able to bear the weight, and cracks spread across them like a spiderweb.
"Boom!" A massive bookshelf crashed down, stirring up a sky full of dust. I yanked Wan'er behind me and at the same time grabbed Fairy Lin with my other hand, narrowly dodging a falling wooden beam.
Amidst the billowing dust, I saw that Fairy Lin's face was pale and she was biting her lower lip. Even in this situation, she still maintained that icy-cold aura of hers.
Chapter 108