Wrapped in the sweet fragrance lingering in the blankets, Zhang Chen finally had a peaceful night's sleep. The next day, while he was still cocooned in bed, he heard the sound of a key turning. Bai Ziling pushed open the door and entered the dormitory carrying a hot breakfast.
"Why are you still not up?"
"It's not that I'm not up yet—it's that you came too early." Zhang Chen buried his head in the blankets and answered vaguely.
"Oh, right. My family has several ancient books preserved from that upheaval when culture was destroyed. I know you're interested in such things, so I brought them for you." Bai Ziling set the books and steamed buns on the table.
The moment Zhang Chen heard that Bai Ziling had brought ancient books, his eyes lit up. He poked his head out from the blankets, threw back the covers, and climbed out of bed. He did not have the habit of sleeping naked, and he was wearing pajamas, so he was not worried about offending Bai Ziling. "Where are the ancient books?"
Bai Ziling tapped the table. Zhang Chen hurried over, picked up the ancient volume, and examined it. It was actually bound with animal hide, and Zhang Chen was certain it was no ordinary hide—it had been skinned from a demonic beast after its death.
A book that could be traced back to the age of demonic beasts might contain some unexpected gains.
"Eat first. The buns will get cold." Bai Ziling urged him.
Zhang Chen looked at the buns and soy milk, then at Bai Ziling. A trace of gratitude appeared in his eyes. "You're treating me far too well. I don't even know how to repay you. If I give you money, you don't lack those trifling pennies, and it