Night had fallen.
Just as Qiao Tai entered Villa No. 1 in the Eastern District to report Li Yun's affairs to Zhao Gongnian, the current Sect Master of the Yellow Martial Sect, Li Yun had taken all eighteen packed bookshelves out and set them in the courtyard of the Qiao family's old house in the Western Suburbs.
"Wow..."
"Oh my god, this many Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts manuals?"
"Is this that Extinct Blade Sect Armory you brought back from the Purple Moon Continent?"
Qiao Meng's eyes went wide, her face alight with excitement.
No martial artist could resist Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts manuals, just as no seasoned driver could resist a car.
Qiao Meng practically wanted to throw herself onto the books. She rushed over in a few quick strides, snatched up a manual, peeled away its outer layer of beeswax, and prepared to feast her eyes.
Then she froze.
Dense lines of writing filled its pages, but she could not recognize a single character.
Illiterate.
Faced with a manual written in the script of the Purple Moon Continent, she was completely illiterate.
"I... I... I can't read any of this!"
Qiao Meng looked ready to cry.
Damn it.
It was rare enough to have so many Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts manuals laid out before her, free for her to study and comprehend. Yet she could do neither because she could not read them.
It was maddening.
Li Yun burst out laughing.
"Stumped, aren't you?"
"Y-you're laughing at me? Hurry up and tell me what I'm supposed to do!"
"Do I have to learn the Purple Moon Continent's script from scratch before I can read these manuals?"
Qiao Meng was frantic.
Never in her life had she wanted so badly to learn a foreign language.
"Learn it