Wang Anfeng entered the Book Pavilion of Fufeng Academy without the slightest hitch.
For one, this era glorified martial arts, with heroes vying for supremacy, the secret martial arts tomes being the core of all sects, while ordinary texts were not much valued.
Secondly,
Fufeng Academy was known as the holder of the world's tenth-largest collection of books.
The position of library steward had always been vacant.
Gu Jianzhang and others were returning to the Academy and along the way, brought Wang Anfeng to the Book Pavilion, plainly stating that should he wish to take up the post of library steward, it was possible; then, they bade each other farewell. As they were leaving, their expressions seemed oddly peculiar, as if they had more to say but refrained.
Wang Anfeng watched them leave, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around to face the towering hundred-zhang-high building before him.