After he pulled off the Seeker's Black Robe, his desire to learn faded again.
Ke Meng could not tell what knowledge he most wanted to acquire. It seemed as though none of the questions mattered, and he did not want to learn about any of them.
"Why do you still look so unwell?" The Director noticed something wrong with Ke Meng's expression.
"Here, let me treat you." The Director took out a music box and opened it. Gentle music that cleansed the soul slowly flowed out.
Old Shi also took out an object that could heal the mind, but when he saw that the Director had already produced one, he decided not to use his, lest the two objects' supernatural powers clash.
"I don't want to think about any questions right now. Just let me have some peace." Ke Meng waved a hand.
Ke Meng sat on the lawn, looking at the silver door of knowledge. Faced with the faint lure of knowledge it emanated, he felt only that it was a bother.
Learning was such a bother.
First, the brain had to remember things. There was so much to remember, and it was all so varied. He had to memorize it, understand it, and digest it into knowledge of his own.
Abstract, concrete, and complex things tangled into a mess in Ke Meng's mind.
Ke Meng emptied his mind. As long as I don't think, nothing will get tangled.
In an instant, Ke Meng relaxed. He lay on the lawn, spreading his limbs into a standard starfish pose.
Old Shi focused on him for a moment, then sighed in relief. "He's fine. That's a side effect of the Seeker's Black Robe."
"The side effects are actually this severe." The Director of Headquarters fell silent. From Ke Meng's expression, body