Under the elder's watchful gaze, I had barely stepped out of the Treasury Pavilion.
When an exaggerated alarm blared from behind me.
The top floor of the Scripture Depository glimmered faintly as every restriction automatically activated its defensive capabilities.
That meant a scripture had gone missing from the highest floor.
My little face stiffened. It couldn't have been me, could it?
It seemed I had been the only one to enter or leave the ninth floor of the Scripture Depository just now.
The elder's expression cracked in unison, but he reacted in an instant, sealing off the scene with a hand seal while notifying the Grand Elders in the rear mountain.
"Ye Xiaoyao, what were you doing in there just now?"
Elder Wang was not from Heavenly Sword Peak, but an elder of the entire Wuya Sect. He shouted at me.
The highest-tier scriptures in Heavenly Sword Peak's Scripture Depository did not actually have much to do with the Heavenly Sword Venerable.
Every one of them was a one-of-a-kind orphaned copy, unique beneath the heavens. Losing even one would become a colossal incident involving the entire sect—enough to alarm every Grand Elder.
The Wuya Sect had nine Scripture Depositories in total, yet all the texts on their highest floors combined numbered only a few dozen, the result of countless forebears collecting them over countless years.
Every jade slip was recorded in the archives, with designated personnel regularly inspecting their condition.
Elder Wang did not care who I was and blocked my path outright.
Because I was a Direct Disciple, he still reined in his words somewhat. He did not seize me on the spot like he would any other disciple.
"You were the only one who went to the top floor just now. Did you steal the jade slip? Immediately