"My lord, here is today's reading material."
Li Yufang carried over two books and set them before Gu Xi.
Yan Ruyu had just finished transcribing them.
They contained supplementary material, as well as the Ten Thousand Spirits Race's most cutting-edge techniques in undead design.
Gu Xi had to study one or two books every day. Even if he could not read them closely, he still had to read them through, if only to know how far undead technology had progressed.
And whether anything new had emerged.
Those new developments might not have any tangible impact, but one more fresh line of thought might open up an entirely different world.
So no matter how busy Gu Xi was each day, he would always study one or two books' worth of material or notes to broaden his knowledge.
Today was no exception.
Once Gu Xi finished his routine work, Li Yufang brought him today's reading material.
Gu Xi picked up the top book and began leafing through it.
After studying for so long, Gu Xi could now discern something about certain authors at a glance.
The book before him had clearly been written by a necromancer stuck at level 44, forever unable to cross that threshold.
Gu Xi was so certain because this necromancer had spent far too long delving into Soul Whisper. All sorts of little tricks came effortlessly to him.
One glance was enough to tell that he had poured his heart and soul into all of it.
He no longer had much chance of advancing any further. Now, he had to ensure that everyone remembered his efforts.
Everything expressed in the material before Gu Xi told him that story.
At that moment, Gu Xi suddenly felt that words could convey emotions, too.
Their development of Death Script was still