Forest City.
Senluo Fighting Department.
Inside the study of a small courtyard residence.
The fragrance of tea filled the air.
Apart from the bubbling of boiling tea, the only sound in the room was the rustle of turning pages.
At a mahogany desk, Xia Leisheng was engrossed in an old book, turning its pages with complete concentration.
A closer look at its yellowed cover revealed faint pictures of mountains and rivers, along with a few worn words that read something like "Travelogues and Miscellanies."
No one would have believed that what so captivated this towering figure-the Thunderlight Saint Fist, a genuine Wasteland Martial Fighter whose might shook all of Senluo Province and who controlled its Fighting Association-was an old miscellany with nothing whatsoever to do with cultivation.
Just then, a knock sounded outside.
"Come in."
Xia Leisheng set down the book and spoke calmly.
The door opened, and the tall, lively Mary walked in with light steps.
She spotted the old book on the desk at once and could not help speaking.
"Chairman, you're reading those novels and travelogues again. Times have changed. These books must be thousands, even tens of thousands of years old. Besides, our association's database has travelogues like these too. If you want to read them, I can pull them all up for you right away."
"Mary, you don't understand. The association's electronic database is indeed extremely comprehensive, but I'm not reading these merely for their contents."
Xia Leisheng shook his head slightly and gave an amused, gentle smile.
"Those who wrote travelogues ten thousand years ago that survived to this day were mostly people of profound attainment. Some might not have possessed high cultivation, but the will and spirit contained in their books were extraordinary all the same. Compared with a cold electronic screen, the