The setting sun shone into the windows, casting a bloody gauze over the interior. There were quite a few people in the library, yet it remained as quiet as ever. Some cultivators sat deep in meditation with jade slips in hand, while others preferred scrolls, turning the pages one by one; the rustling sound only helped them concentrate further.
This was Lingxiao Pavilion.
Standing sideways between two rows of bookshelves, Yu Ci picked up a jade slip, projected his spiritual sense into it, and quickly tossed it aside. Clearly, he had not found anything to his liking, and the area nearby had already been somewhat messed up by him.
"Junior Brother Yu?"
Meng Wei called out softly. She had been nearby for a while, but hesitated because she was not certain of Yu Ci's current state of mind, so she observed a little longer. Seeing that Yu Ci was feeling restless at the moment, she spoke up to soothe him.
Yu Ci was momentarily stunned. Seeing that it was her, he nodded slightly and revealed an extremely faint smile, "Senior Sister Meng is well."
The more he acted like this, the more Meng Wei worried about his condition. Stepping forward, she said, "The foundation of cultivation lies in tranquility; Junior Brother must not force it."
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister," Yu Ci said lightly. "I am merely checking the origin of some text."
"Oh, which one?"
Yu Ci thought for a moment and asked, " 'The sea of Qi churns with waves, dying like an arrow.' From what classic does this phrase come?"
Hearing this, Meng Wei was startled, and then a flush spread across her cheeks. Just as she was wondering what to say, a matter suddenly came to mind, giving her a shock in her heart