Tian Gong Kai Wu

"Yes! That's why paper made specifically for writing books is extremely expensive and scarce on the Book Battle Continent." Wang Han agreed with Ma Feifei. Unfortunately, there was no way around it. Although there were no strict requirements for becoming a papermaker, one first had to obtain a supply of paper-coagulating solution. Then one had to register with Yong'an Prefecture, and only after receiving its approval could one begin making paper.

If someone skipped these procedures and made paper in secret, they would be in serious trouble if Yong'an Prefecture found out.

"Scarce on the market..." Ma Feifei frowned, pondering Wang Han's words. His eyes gradually lit up, and the next moment, he walked straight out of the room.

Wang Han and Li Chenzhou were a little bewildered by Ma Feifei's sudden move, but they hurried after him.

Outside, Ma Feifei stood in the middle of the courtyard, gazing up at the sun without moving.

Wang Han and Li Chenzhou stood quietly under the eaves, not daring to disturb him. They began whispering to each other.

"Kid, where did you bring this Book Emperor from?" Wang Han asked quietly.

Li Chenzhou hesitated for a moment, then said, "I ran into him at the Grave of Book Slaves."

"The Grave of Book Slaves? Isn't that where Yong'an Prefecture buries book slaves? Why did you go there?" Wang Han asked with a frown. He couldn't help feeling that something was amiss. The Grave of Book Slaves was notorious throughout Yong'an City, because it was the place where Yong'an Prefecture specifically buried book slaves.

According to rumors, thousands of book slaves were buried there every day. Over the years, the number of book slave corpses in the Grave of Book Slaves had surely exceeded a million!

Under normal circumstances, nobody would go to