Jing Jiu seized the alarm from a distance and crushed it outright.
The piercing alarm cut off abruptly.
This Law Artifact probably sounded a warning whenever it picked up a stranger's voice.
The people of this world lived far too nervously.
Still, for an ordinary home to contain so many Law Artifacts, the Artifact Sect must have held quite a high position here.
Thinking about these things, Jing Jiu walked into the bathroom, tossed the powder in his hand into the toilet, then pressed the button to flush it away.
He had watched the girl use it that morning and knew it was a flushing toilet. It was somewhat novel, but he had no further thoughts on it. He had no use for it anyway.
He returned to the living room, adjusted the height of the cushions, and lay down in a more comfortable position. Then he began watching television again, continuing to learn how the people here spoke.
At first, his pronunciation was somewhat awkward, but it grew increasingly fluent. At the same time, he matched the sounds to the meanings he understood in his consciousness, and things became clearer and clearer.
There was writing on television too. It looked somewhat similar to the writing of the Chaotian Continent, yet he could not understand it at all.
Somewhat reluctantly, Jing Jiu climbed off the chair and walked into another room.
The room was not very large. Bookshelves reached to the ceiling along three walls, neatly packed with paper books, making it feel even more cramped.
Standing in the middle of the room gave one a powerful sense of being hemmed in.
He did not know why there were so many paper books.
He sat cross-legged on the floor and moved his fingers slightly. All the books floated off the