Just then, Fu Tan came down from the side as well.
He held two Archives, each one the result of careful selection.
When he saw that Lin Ke held only a crumpled copy of the "Complete Collection of Insect Formations,"
his sense of superiority was beyond description.
"Ahem... Junior Brother Lin, why didn't you call me over and let me help you?"
"These Archives really do eat up Spirit Power. Even I only managed to open three."
"Who knew one of them would be too low-grade? I didn't bring that one down."
"Junior Brother, you only brought down one? Shall we go up and look again?"
Lin Ke said sheepishly, "No need, Senior Brother. My talents are meager and my learning shallow. If I bite off too much, I won't be able to chew it."
"I'd better learn a little at a time."
Fu Tan gave a long sigh and pressed the two scrolls of Illusionless Gu Sect Half-Divine Ability Spell Arts down in front of the old man. "Ah... fine, then. Look at you, with no desire to improve. Elder?"
"Elder?"
"Could you register these for me?"
The old man seemed not to hear him. A writing brush flew past with a swish and made an entry in the register.
Fu Tan touched a scrape on his face and sniffed his fingers. They stank foully.
He looked at the elder, whose eyes were half closed, then at Lin Ke, who was holding back laughter, and could not help grinding his teeth as he wilted.
He looked as though he could neither win a fight nor dare utter a curse.
He spun around angrily and stormed toward the exit of the Gold-Storing Academy. Lin Ke was just about to follow.
The old man spoke. "Wait..."
"Put every scroll you opened