Yanluo Mirror Codex, Perfected Form Synthesis!

The slight swaying of the lamplight immediately put Cang Nan on alert. He snapped the book shut and turned to look at the wall lamp above his head.

The lamp was fixed to the wall, and its flames were not the flickering kind like those of a candle. Why would it sway?

Had someone come in?

With his right hand, Cang Nan returned the records to their original place, deliberately leaving space for half a book so he could find them again later. At the same time, his left hand lightly drew his Zanpakuto in a reverse grip from his waist. Like a cheetah preparing to hunt, he quietly lowered his body.

If someone had truly come in, then there was only one possibility: the matter of his infiltration here had gotten...