The Scripture Repository was also a magnificent building. Mu Bai handed over his disciple token and entered the great hall, where he saw nearly ten thousand people buried in study. Not a single person made the slightest sound.
The sight shook Mu Bai's mind and spirit. Was this not the very picture of a flourishing sect?
"Senior brother, what sort of texts would you like to borrow?"
Seeing Mu Bai standing in the hall, seemingly lost in thought, a disciple of the Scripture Repository immediately approached to ask.
"I'm ashamed to say this is my first visit to the Scripture Repository. May I have a look around?"
"Yes, but you must not disturb the other senior and junior brothers in their studies."
"Of course, of course."
Mu Bai cupped his fists in reply, sincerity in his eyes.
The hall's collection was also extremely rich, even including some cultivation methods for the Beast Race. For beasts that had yet to undergo demon transformation, calling these methods beast-rearing would have been more fitting. Mu Bai picked up several jade slips and browsed them with his divine sense. If there were any good methods, he could use them on Golden Roc when he returned to Eastern Ridge.
Come to think of it, Mu Bai really did miss that big, foolish bird a little. He was too far away to sense Golden Roc's current condition through the mind-spirit imprint.
Settling his thoughts, Mu Bai intended to take a look upstairs, only to be stopped by the disciple from earlier.
"Senior brother, your face looks very unfamiliar. I checked the portraits in the sect's disciple register, and there's no one like you!"
With a clang, the Scripture Repository disciple drew his sword. The surrounding disciples poring over texts immediately snapped to attention as well, summoned