I was secretly alarmed by his speed. If that sudden grab had come from an enemy, I would have lost the use of this hand. But the Sect Master of the Whitecloud Sword Sect was no enemy; he was merely a little too enthusiastic.
With no other choice, I let him pull me toward the rear mountain. The scene really looked as though my own younger brother were dragging me along, and I couldn't help laughing inwardly.
But who could have known at a glance that this young boy-like fellow was a super old monster whom even Sun Nuxian called a child?
Before long, we arrived at the rear mountain. It looked even more desolate than the front mountain. Although it had all the houses and great halls one could need, they were covered in moss or so old that they seemed to have gone uninhabited for years. Only a few great halls with their doors shut still looked to be in regular use.
The Scripture Repository alone occupied seven or eight great halls. I was secretly astonished and couldn't help marveling at the Whitecloud Sword Sect's terrifying foundation.
"Our Whitecloud Sword Sect has collected countless ancient and unique texts over the years and entered them into jade books. Stacked together, they fill seven entire great halls. However, only a dozen or so powerful sets are truly suitable for the disciples. Most of them are buried in dust here and have limited use..." the young boy said with a sigh as he pushed open a house whose chains weren't even fastened.
Looking inside, I saw a great hall two or three stories high, with another dozen or so levels of racks holding jade slips. The hall itself covered several hundred square meters, and there were already more jade slips inside