This was the first time Jiang Hai had been late-or rather, it could already be considered skipping class.
Making the Silver Dragon Sword had consumed so much of his energy and time that he had lost track of the hour. In the past, he had never once skipped class or arrived late, and that was precisely why Mu Jin had not punished him.
After his afternoon cultivation, Jiang Hai went to the Soul Tool Area's library as usual and borrowed quite a few books on materials. The librarian had long since stopped finding this strange. The boy borrowed a batch of books every couple of days, as though he were coming here to restock his shelves. He must have borrowed hundreds of books from the library by now. Even if he went without sleep or rest, he could never finish reading so many, could he? The librarian shook his head. Perhaps the boy was doing it deliberately, acting like a lone crane among the flock to attract other people's attention?
In the dean's office in the Soul Tool Area, the list of books Jiang Hai borrowed appeared on Qian Duoduo's desk every day, as always. At first, Qian Duoduo had paid it some attention, but later, he too had grown accustomed to it. Whether Jiang Hai was a genius or merely someone playing to the crowd would become clear one day. Still, Qian Duoduo leaned toward the latter.
He also knew something of Jiang Hai's daytime schedule. Apart from eight hours of classes and his usual time for rest and cultivation, how many hours did Jiang Hai have left to read? Even if he read, could he understand all those books in just a few hours? Qian Duoduo understood that soul tool engineering was a practical discipline. Building a cart