I Can Take You All Down by Myself

The people below were so stunned they couldn't even speak, let alone answer Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei shifted his gaze to the Steward Elder and smiled at him. "Elder? Why don't you inspect this batch first? You can take them back after you're done."

Who was Ma Feifei? The owner of the Mysterious Bookstore. After nearly two years of running the place, the books on his shelves were no longer limited to the handful he'd started with. And now, with his increased level of access, he could buy books of a higher grade, while his two years in business had brought him plenty of profits.

As far as Ma Feifei was concerned, getting however many books he wanted was just a matter of a thought. After all, he was a powerhouse with assets worth tens of millions of Spirit Crystals.

At the Mysterious Bookstore, as long as you had money, you could buy any book.

Fair prices, honest service. You deserve it!

The Steward Elder reflexively shook his head and murmured, "There's no need, Master Scribe. You've already proven yourself."

Over ten thousand books in every color floated overhead. Their dazzling, glasslike hues nearly blinded him, and each book radiated a rich aura without a trace of evil. That was proof enough that Ma Feifei was a true Master Scribe.

And a ridiculously powerful one at that.

"Sir!" Overcome with excitement, the Steward Elder dropped to his knees before Ma Feifei and prostrated himself on the ground.

A commotion broke out below. Every Master Scribe stared, eyes wide.

The Steward Elder of the Author Assessment Guild had knelt before a Master Scribe—and from the looks of it, he had done so willingly. It was utterly astonishing.

"What are you doing?" Ma Feifei was startled too. He shuffled to the side;