Inside the Hall of Recorded History, many books were covered in dust.
Xu Zimo casually flipped through a few pages.
He found that these books had nothing to do with cultivation techniques, divine abilities, or martial arts. They recorded history and the changes within the Ghost God Domain.
Some also chronicled strange people and bizarre events.
No wonder no one came here. Every cultivator wanted to climb upward through fierce competition; who would care about such miscellaneous books and history?
Xu Zimo casually picked up a book and began reading.
At that moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.
"Y-you... are you the new teacher who just arrived at the Hall of Recorded History?"
A crisp voice rang out beside Xu Zimo's ear.
Xu Zimo turned and saw a young girl with braided hair standing nearby, brimming with youthful energy.
Her skin was as delicate as if it could be broken by a puff of air, her eyes limpid and clear, and her nose bore the high bridge characteristic of women from the Western Regions.
The young girl wore a pale yellow robe, graceful and delicate, standing tall and slender.
Before Xu Zimo could answer her, more footsteps sounded outside.
An Old Man and a muscular middle-aged man walked in.
"Sister Ya, did a newcomer arrive?"
The middle-aged man looked somewhat honest and simple, his voice rolling like thunder.
He wore a black leather jacket with several glittering buttons, while a tiger head emblem rested at his shoulder and neck.
"Big Brother Lu, he is the new teacher of the Hall of Recorded History," the young girl hurriedly explained.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man froze.
He seemed utterly unable to understand.
"In this godforsaken place where even birds don't shit, there are still teachers willing to come?"
The Old