Inside the meditation chamber, Lin Su gently raised his hand. The books filling the room streamed past his fingertips like flowing water, and in moments, they had been stacked into a wall.
Princess Xingyue felt a little embarrassed. She thought she had casually tossed them about earlier, and he was helping her gather them up.
But she could never have imagined that in the course of this tidying, the contents of every book had turned into leaves in Lin Su's mind. Under his swift search, they were integrated in mere moments.
Every record concerning Huixian Lake and Thin Cloud Lake had become his knowledge.
Lin Su lightly lifted his hand and drew out a book from the wall of books. Opening it, he began to read with great pretension. This was how he read in front of others. He felt that his Literary Way was already fantastical enough; he did not wish to add an even more fantastical mark to it.
Princess Xingyue felt it was not quite right for him to search through the materials alone, so she joined in as well.
One book for him, one book for her, they leafed through them together.
But amid this vast sea of information, how could it be easy to find a suspicious point concerning Huixian Lake?
Just as Princess Xingyue was about to offer some sensible suggestions, Lin Su suddenly looked up...
His eyes were somewhat bright...
Princess Xingyue was slightly startled. "What did you find?"
Lin Su raised his hand and passed the book in his palm to Princess Xingyue. "Look, this passage!"
Princess Xingyue accepted it. It was a very old book, the Nanyang Travelogue, containing this passage: To the left of Nanyang and the right of Ning Mountain lies a lake called Thin Cloud. It spans two