While Han Fei's attention was fixed on the bookshelves, Cheng Mengyao remained by the desk.
When Han Fei turned around, he found Cheng Mengyao staring intently at the desk.
Following Cheng Mengyao's gaze, Han Fei was puzzled. "There's nothing on the table. What are you looking at?"
Cheng Mengyao froze. "Nothing? Can't you see the words on the table?"
In Cheng Mengyao's sight, a layer of ink floated above the desk, as though ink had been suspended on the surface of water.
What surprised Cheng Mengyao even more was that wherever she finished reading, the words would slowly disappear and imprint themselves into her memory.
At the same time, judging from Han Fei's reaction, he could not see the writing on the desktop.
Cheng Mengyao waved her hand, signaling Han Fei not to speak for now. Han Fei naturally understood that Cheng Mengyao had encountered a fortuitous opportunity, so he quietly stayed to the side.
A full quarter of an hour passed before Cheng Mengyao slowly let out a breath.
She looked somewhat exhausted, but she still forced out a faint smile.
Han Fei asked, "Finished?"
Cheng Mengyao nodded and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "I obtained a cultivation technique, but it seems I can't share it with anyone. Unless I reach an extremely high realm, I can only explain it to others through my own understanding."
Han Fei said, "What a coincidence. I got a cultivation technique too, a purely forceful type."
Only then did Cheng Mengyao relax. If Han Fei had also obtained a cultivation technique, then they were even. Neither of them had to feel indebted to the other.
Cheng Mengyao said, "I need to absorb the memories in my mind immediately. We don't know where this teleportation array will send us, so it's better to