Xu Tao, of course, didn't leave the little blue planet.
In fact, his current location wasn't that far from the party venue either—still within the confines of the city center. He was roughly a hundred kilometers away, near the outskirts of the city, standing before a large building.
An old but grand library.
The library was vast, a sprawling monument of glass and steel that tried too hard to look modern. From outside, it resembled a massive palace of knowledge, more gothic in style, its walls lined with transparent panels that reflected the city lights like a mirror.
Although constructing a library with glass walls seems counterintuitive because direct sunlight could damage the covers and pages of the books, it was designed this way.
Xu Tao stood at the entrance, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at it with mild interest.
