Unlike the Royal Academy's Library Pavilion, the cave also had shelves for books, but they looked exceptionally old. The lightest touch sent great clouds of dust raining down, as though she had touched not a shelf, but the overhead ceiling hung with suspended balls.
Dongfang Minghui was startled by the densely packed hanging balls of all sizes. At first glance, the balls glimmering in different colors looked like multicolored lampshades, but ever since she had entered, they had been constantly moving and exchanging positions.
Ding Ding, for its part, had no fear. When it saw the hanging balls swaying on a slender-no, countless slender white cords, it automatically assumed they wanted to play with it. Fluttering its wings, it chased after them. Their vivid colors dazzled its eyes, and it thought every one of them looked fun.
Dongfang Minghui watched the white cords, each about as thick as a dozen strands of silk twisted together, extend from the ceiling to different positions. They looked as though they were restrained. After a moment's hesitation, she reached out and lightly touched a little red sphere half a meter away. It felt very soft, like a ball.
To her surprise, the red hanging ball whipped away to the other side after she touched it. Meanwhile, Ding Ding, having the time of its life, seemed to have angered them. Several very large balls surrounded it in the middle, then squeezed it flat with their plump bodies.
"L-Little Ninth-"
"Ding Ding, stop playing and come out. We still have something very important to do."
"Mmph-"
Dongfang Minghui surveyed the cave. Unlike the Sleeping Palace, this was an exceptionally broad, long cavern stretching onward with no end yet in sight. She searched the books on the shelves nearby, but they were all histories of the Dragon