Lu Qingning walked into the Scripture Pavilion, and an aged, rustic aura carrying the sediment of passing years surged over her, making her shudder involuntarily.
The dim lighting made her pause for a moment, with only a few Liuli lamps in the corners emitting a faint, flickering glow. The flames on the wicks danced, reflecting the dust motes hanging in the air around them, as if countless spirits of bygone eras were gracefully dancing.
Looking around, the bookshelves on all sides resembled silent giants soaring straight into the clouds, their multi-tiered shelves packed with an array of ancient books and scrolls. Some book covers were yellowed and cracked, their edges badly frayed as if repeatedly rubbed by the giant hands of time, every fold seemingly silently recounting the trials and tribulations of the long years.
Chapter 128