As they spoke, they were already walking among the bookcases, and the rich scent of ink washed over them. Just as Zhuge Yuan was pondering what kind of place this was, Li Jinshu grabbed his hand and suddenly pulled him to the side. There was light ahead.
This time, Li Jinshu didn't say a word. He just gestured with his hands for Zhuge Yuan not to make a sound, then slowly led him forward step by step.
Pinpricks of light seeped through the cracks in the bookcases. As they drew closer to the source, a hazy sound of reading could be heard from within; there were others in this room.
But, separated by the bookcases, Zhuge Yuan still could not see where these people were. Yet, seeing the calm and unruffled look on Li Jinshu's face, the current situation didn't seem dangerous.
