In the grand hall, Wei Yuan put down the historical book in his hand and got up to head towards the bookshelf at the hall's entrance, seemingly to pick another book to read. As he reached the entrance, as expected, he saw that young woman again.
From Wei Yuan's current angle, he could see most of the long corridor; the young woman always emerged from the side corridor. According to past habits, she should turn left, walking away from the grand hall. But not this time; she turned right, heading directly towards the hall.
Wei Yuan seemed somewhat hesitant, but his steps remained unchanged, coming to the bookshelf as usual, placing the historical book back, and then selecting and picking up a particularly thick book.
Wei Yuan suddenly sensed something was amiss, abruptly turned his head around one hundred eighty degrees, looking behind him.
