New Steward

Library Pavilion, sixth floor.

Seated in a corner, Wang Chen carefully returned the Dao canon in his hands to the shelf.

It had taken him nearly three days to finish reading the thick Dao canon.

He had benefited immensely.

Though the text contained no cultivation techniques or secret formulas, its discussions of heaven and earth, nature, the cosmos, and the mysteries of creation had given Wang Chen much inspiration and enlightenment in his cultivation.

He had no idea which great cultivator had written this Dao canon, "Xuan Xuanzi." Sadly, much of this knowledge inheritance, glittering with wisdom, had been left to gather dust on the shelves just like this book.

Only after Wang Chen discovered it, read it, and studied it—

did it bloom with radiance once more.

Wang Chen rose to his feet and looked around, unable to stop himself from letting out a long breath.

Three years.

Counting the time, it had been exactly three years since he had been transferred from the Constabulary Office to serve as a manager at the Library Pavilion!

To Wang Chen, these three years had been the most peaceful thousand-odd days of his life.

Apart from his unwavering daily cultivation, he had spent most of his time reading.

Taking advantage of his position, Wang Chen had browsed through tens of thousands of books over the past few years.

Yet that was only a small fraction of the Library Pavilion's collection.

Wang Chen was now thirty years old!

Though he had reached the age of standing firm, he still looked eighteen or nineteen—young, healthy, and full of vitality. Only in his pitch-black eyes had settled a trace of the maturity bestowed by time.

"Manager Wang..."

A book attendant hurriedly appeared at the stairway and bowed to Wang Chen. "Steward Cao requests your presence