The Daoist Qingyang, who guarded Shangqing Palace's Tianyi Scripture Repository, really did have a rather unhurried disposition.
Perhaps his predecessor, the old Daoist Qinghe, had committed his grievous mistake precisely because he was too flamboyant and restless, and Shangqing Palace had learned its lesson. After careful consideration, it had chosen the quiet-tempered Qingyang as master of the Tianyi Scripture Repository.
Thus, when Xing Yan thought Qingyang had finished speaking and turned to dash toward the "Rosy Cloud Cabinet" he had indicated, the Daoist still had a rather important second half of his remarks that he had not yet managed to utter.
And so, only after Xing Yan had reached the Rosy Cloud Cabinet and was about to search through the scriptures for the "Radiant Glory Art" did Qingyang's belated words reach his ears:
"...You must not approach the Rosy Cloud Cabinet rashly!"
"Huh?"
At those words, Xing Yan's hand, which had already begun leafing through the scrolls, stopped at once.
Could there be some important trick to searching for books in this Rosy Cloud Cabinet?
The boy, who accepted advice as readily as a stream followed its course, immediately stopped rummaging and hurried back to Qingyang, asking respectfully:
"May I ask what you mean, Daoist Master?"
Yet he found a peculiar expression on Qingyang's face. After pondering for quite some time, the Daoist finally said rather haltingly:
"Er... it is nothing, really. Hall Master Zhang, go ahead and search the Rosy Cloud Cabinet. With a little patience, it should not be difficult to find."
"Yes. I shall follow your instructions, Repository Master."
The boy answered respectfully, then returned, utterly bewildered, to the Rosy Cloud Cabinet set into the southeastern corner of the hall and began searching in earnest for the scripture Qingyang had recommended.
Sure enough, without much effort, Xing