Wu Feitu and the others:
Chu Qing read in the Library Pavilion.
One book...
Ten books...
A hundred books...
He read at breakneck speed.
At first, his mood had been fairly calm.
But as time passed, he grew restless and irritated.
He casually tossed every book he finished onto the floor.
Those Martial Masters did not dare enter and disturb him.
But they still arranged for maids to carefully clean up after him.
As the maids gathered the books, they did not even dare breathe loudly.
They feared angering the visibly irritable Chu Qing.
Who knew how long had passed when Chu Qing tossed out another book.
Crash!
A book on an Unorthodox Path that could have stirred up storms of blood and rain in the outside world scattered across the floor.
The maid trembled as she went to pick up the book.
Then:
A faint fragrance drifted over.
A slender little hand gently picked up the book from the ground.
The maid froze.
She looked toward the newcomer, only to discover that her body was translucent, as though she were not human.
Yet she was exceedingly beautiful, with a gentle temperament.
Though the other woman looked young, the moment the maid saw her, she had a feeling:
It was as if she had seen the most perfect—mother—in her heart.
The woman raised a finger to her lips, then motioned for the maid to leave.
After hesitating briefly, the maid quietly departed.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Barefoot, the woman came up behind Chu Qing with light steps.
Chu Qing's hair suddenly stood on end.
He sensed immense danger, immense Great Terror.
Without even turning around, he retreated directly.
Secret transmissions such as Iron Mountain Lean erupted at once.
The air exploded.
In an instant, he crashed into the person behind him.