'An existence of the Supreme level... I never thought this author had already touched upon this field... His fate was probably not looking good...'
From these twisted, blood-colored characters, Zhong Shenxiu sensed madness, despair, and even... the terror before death!
The so-called 'Supreme' probably referred to existences like [Heavenly Mother] and [Lord of the Door].
A cultivator as insignificant as an ant had dared to record the deeds and misdeeds of these Outer Gods and True Gods. Wasn't that simply courting death?
He did not even need to act. The unseen backlash of fate was already enough to make the culprit suffer from his own schemes.
Zhong Shenxiu closed Records of Strange Tales and put it back on the bookshelf.
Old Li asked with a beaming smile, "Have you made a decision, guest?"
"These books are all excellent."
Zhong Shenxiu sighed. "Unfortunately, my purse is rather light. I'll go earn some Treasure Bills first and come back next time!"
"You..."
Old Li seemed to have finally realized what was happening. His eyes appeared to say—Could it be that you brat is trying to read for free?
Zhong Shenxiu shot him a sidelong glance. The implication was probably—How can the affairs of scholars be called taking advantage?
"Sorry for troubling you, sir. I'll take my leave. There's no need to see me out."
Zhong Shenxiu leisurely led Jiang Kun, whose face was filled with embarrassment, down the stairs and out of the Tide Listening Pavilion.
"Brother Fang..."
Jiang Kun hesitated before saying, "Even if you wanted to imitate those impoverished, sour-faced scholars among mortals, you should at least have bought one volume to show your sincerity... How will you have the face to come again in the future?"
"It's fine!"
Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand, then pointed toward a corner of