Sure enough, if you wanted to do a good job, you first had to sharpen your tools.
As night deepened, Fu Qian sat behind the counter, once again savoring the gift Red Moon had given him.
Forget whether it matched the style of its surroundings. Wasn't it just insanely cool?
Spend where you should, save where you should. Who said a bookstore owner couldn't sit in supreme comfort?
Facing the not-so-crowded bookshelves, Fu Qian ran his fingers along the spikes on the armrest, one by one.
Though there wasn't a soul between the shelves, that didn't diminish his air of one who ruled the world.
Fu Qian certainly hadn't forgotten Red Moon's latest gift.
As his fingers shifted, four different doors appeared in turn. They were genuine teleportation points, but he hadn't chosen to activate any of them.
You had to be patient in business. Just settle down and wait—and you'd find yourself losing even more.
The appetite for knowledge in Shangjing seemed rather weak lately. Second by second, time passed, from the first lights of dusk to the city blazing with illumination, yet not a single person had tried to venture into the sea of knowledge. Not even one curious soul had come in for a look around.
[The pleasures of mortals cannot withstand the scrutiny of immortals]
Fortunately, as the owner, he could choose to venture in himself.
Growing more and more relaxed as time went on, Fu Qian silently savored a line from the mission summary.
The Warehouse had now provided definitive proof: Higher Beings were barred from entering. It was some kind of fundamental property of the Sea of Mind.
But why were they barred? The Warehouse's explanation seemed rather curious.
The pleasures of mortals cannot withstand scrutiny... The first thing that line brought to mind