There were doors on both sides of the corridor, all of them closed. Narrow glass panels crisscrossed with wire mesh showed me rooms lined with filing cabinets or full of bookshelves from floor to ceiling. In some cases, the windows had black sugar paper pasted up over them, greying with age.
"Wow."
"We've got seventy-five miles of shelving here and we're eighty per cent full. The oldest documents we hold are nine centuries old, and those don't ever come out to the public except when we mount an exhibition. I don't know if I am showing you this."
Gu Yuze hummed. Probably because he used a talisman on her that was in a grey area according to the Taoist Council. He would definitely be reprimanded if anyone ever knew.
He couldn't finish this in time to get back to the Sect by 9 pm today.
Besides him, three slightly large paper figures sat quietly, sorting newspapers upon newspapers before passing some to Gu Yuze who read through them and then jotted something down in a notebook.
