Since Song Xiuyan had said so, no matter how much Ning Weiyang wanted to know about Song Yu, she could only wait until next time.
"All right, Grandfather. I'll go to the Library Pavilion to read first. I'll come back tomorrow when I have time."
"Good. Off you go."
Song Xiuyan said with a smile.
Ning Weiyang nodded. She rose from her stool and bowed deeply to Song Xiuyan.
Then she jogged out of the little wooden cabin.
Watching Ning Weiyang's retreating figure, the smile on Song Xiuyan's face slowly vanished.
His expression darkened as he rose from his chair.
Dragging his gaunt body over, Song Xiuyan opened a drawer and took out a razor.
He sat before the mirror and shaved his beard and hair away stroke by stroke.
Looking at his aged reflection in the mirror, Song Xiuyan's eyes could not help but reveal deep hatred.
"Ning Fanli, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it's time for you to repay what you owe A-Yu!"
Library Pavilion.
The Library Pavilion of Spirit Hall Academy stood in the academy's northwestern corner. It was a tower-like stone building with more than a dozen floors, its soaring spire pointing straight toward the heavens.
The Library Pavilion's architectural style was quite unusual, resembling a gigantic cone. Its roof was formed from dozens of enormous round stones, while three massive stone pillars, each a hundred meters tall, rose above the spire. Every one of them was as tall as a five- or six-story building.
Ning Weiyang hurried there as fast as she could and finally reached the Library Pavilion's entrance within ten minutes.
The golden-glowing doors stood open, and Ning Weiyang entered using her student ID.
The Library Pavilion had already looked grand and awe-inspiring from the outside, but Ning Weiyang had not expected