Ancestor of Literature Mountain had just undergone such a massive upheaval, and everyone from the Ancestor of Literature Academy had rushed over to the statues of the Five Ancestors.
Only this student of the Ten Elders remained completely unmoved. He had not cared in the slightest about what had happened.
Even after the Ten Elders brought Chen Changan over, the young man still didn't notice either of them.
Chen Changan glanced at him. Ordinary. Very ordinary.
And just as the Ten Elders had said, he looked a little dazed.
Dozens of books were spread across the open space before them. His vacant eyes kept staring at the books laid out in front of him.
"How long has he been like this?"
"Did you really not think to find the poor kid a doctor?"
At Chen Changan's words, the Ten Elders could only smile helplessly. "This child doesn't care about anything else."
"In his world, there are only books and words."
"He isn't sick. It's simply his nature."
His nature?
A Pure Heart?
Chen Changan sat down beside the young man and followed his gaze across the books. He found that the kid was reading them one by one.
The way he was reading was rather unusual.
With so many books, he was only reading one page from each. Wouldn't that just confuse him?
More importantly, how was he turning the pages?
As Chen Changan wondered how the kid was turning them, he figured perhaps he was walking from book to book and turning each page by hand.
The next moment, he saw the young man point a finger at a book. The page turned.
He pointed as many times as there were books.
Seeing this, Chen Changan furrowed his brow. The kid had no cultivation at all; he had never