The second floor of Jade Pavilion was very spacious, but completely enclosed, with no windows at all. The walls were made of rare stone, and densely packed runes had been carved across the ceiling, faintly forming some kind of eerie formation.
"Is something really being suppressed here?" Chen Fan grew even more suspicious. A hint of suppression emanated from those runes. They were clearly reinforcing the entire tower-shaped Jade Pavilion with some kind of power, suppressing something—or some creature—underground.
But Huang Cheng, Tang Xue, and even the other disciples didn't find anything strange. They didn't seem to feel anything unusual about the runes on the walls, either. As soon as Huang Cheng came upstairs, he headed straight for a bookshelf with practiced ease. Countless bamboo slips were arranged on it, and several disciples were already standing there, hesitating.
Beside the bookshelf stood a small table, where a man and a woman sat with their heads bent over something.
Just then, several disciples came over carrying a pile of bamboo slips and placed them on the table. The pair looked up, selected one scroll from the pile, then waved a hand. The bamboo slips instantly rose into the air and flew of their own accord onto the bookshelf behind them.
Huang Cheng and Chen Fan reached the bookshelf just then. Huang Cheng immediately extended his Divine Sense to inspect the newly arrived bamboo slips. Then he frowned and withdrew it, shaking his head. "More time-consuming trivial chores, and the Contribution Points are pitifully low."
As he spoke, he probed another part of the shelf with his Divine Sense, and delight appeared on his face. "Senior Brother Chen Feng, these are the ones!"
He moved his Divine Sense to take down those few bamboo slips, but found that he couldn't budge them