"Thank you so much!" Huang Yi expressed his gratitude.
"Alright! Follow me. That teleportation circle hasn't been used in a long time; I don't know if it's broken," the old man said as he walked to a cabinet beside the desk, took out an oil lamp, struck a match to gently light it, and then, holding the oil lamp, he staggered along towards the interior of the library.
The library seemed small from the outside, but once inside, it revealed a hidden wonder. Behind the last row of bookshelves, there was a small door that led to a long corridor lined with bookshelves on both sides, stacked with all kinds of books and scrolls, a veritable sea of books.
The two of them walked along this corridor surrounded by the sea of books, heading towards the darkness at the end. The dim light of the oil lamp flickered, casting light and shadow all around, as if walking through a history laid out by the scrolls themselves.