The bookshop door was unlocked-or rather, whether it was locked made little difference to Su Jiu.
It opened with a push, as though it had been waiting here expressly for her.
Su Jiu pressed her lips together, then stepped inside without further hesitation.
In an instant, heaven and earth spun around her. When the dizziness passed, Su Jiu felt as though she stood amid a starry sky, with stars glittering all around her.
There were no shelves in sight, nor any collection of books. Aside from the stars, only a single copy of The Biography of Qin Ming floated there.
As Su Jiu gazed at The Biography of Qin Ming, its aura felt increasingly familiar.
She slowly reached out. The moment she touched it, an intensely brilliant white light suddenly burst forth.
Even with spiritual qi protecting her body, Su Jiu could not open her eyes to look directly into that blazing white light at first.
Then she felt something seemingly pulling free of her body.
The tugging caused her tremendous pain. She quickly withdrew her hand and steadied her mind.
Su Jiu had always been able to endure. No matter how great the pain, she would never let even a trace of it show on her face.
The pain made her instinctively want to flee this space, but when she turned around, she discovered that the way she had come had long since vanished without a trace. It was not merely the things inside the bookshop that had disappeared, but also the old door she had just opened.
Perhaps because the pain was so severe, Su Jiu's thoughts had grown somewhat sluggish. For a moment, she could think of no other way to leave this place.
Su Jiu pressed her deathly pale lips together and began rapidly forming hand