He was just about to leave, but suddenly turned his head, looking at the room full of "classical phrases," and said, "Wait, I think I know someone who loves these books."
...
Zhou Xuan returned to Hui Feng Medical College, where the bamboo house was piled high with books.
Zhao Wuya came down from the bamboo building and saw a room full of old books, picked one up casually and started flipping through it.
Just two pages in, he immediately felt dizzy.
"My goodness, this deserves to be called a book? Makes this little Daoist's head freakin' explode! These books should be burned."
"Ya Zi, take a look at this one."
Zhou Xuan handed over a book to the Little Imperial Uncle.
"Pah, this one's even filthier, filthy books, dirtying the Daoist's eyes..."
Zhao Wuya was indignant, embodying the posture of a "guardian of morals."
"Boom!"
Zhou Xuan's secret realm incense suddenly burned fiercely, even more intense than Li Chengfeng's "passion."
