"Hey, Sour Scholar, doesn't your Haoran Academy claim that ninety percent of all knowledge under heaven is stored within your Library Realm? Tell me how to get to that place, then."
Elsewhere, two figures descended into the air above an empty valley.
The bare-chested, burly Martial Venerable, Chi Yan, swept his gaze around and spoke in a muffled, booming voice.
After confirming it with his own eyes,
this world was vast and unfamiliar, not somewhere a Body Cultivator like him, one who did not like using his brain, could navigate with ease.
"Where's the map of this world? Let me see it. Which places have good stuff? Hurry, hurry, hurry! If we're late, those guys might sweep it all clean!"
"First, let me make this clear: my name is not Sour Scholar. I am One Page Scholar. Second, while Haoran Academy does indeed possess a small portion of the Ancient Arid Realm's maps, why should I take you along to get rich?"
One Page Scholar raised a brow and fussily straightened his clothes, as though Chi Yan beside him did not exist.
"Hiss!"
Chi Yan bared his teeth, his teeth aching slightly.
Still,
he needed this fellow's guidance on this journey.
Fine.
He would let this Sour Scholar strut for now!
"Good brother, tell me! At worst, I'll listen to you from now on. If you say east, I'll never dare go west; if you point south, I'll never head north!"
Chi Yan could not help lowering his voice, softening every word.
He looked like a little brother acknowledging his master,
ready to brave fire and water, and will not refuse!
"Hmph! That's more like it!"
"Little Yanzi, remember this: as a little brother, you must have the awareness of a little brother. Everything must put Big Brother first. Really,