Chapter 89

You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Meng Zhangqing didn't rush to add him as a friend right away.

Take it slow.

Understand first, then act.

Besides, the cards he currently held were more than enough.

Perhaps only when reaching the true disciple layer would he feel insufficient.

"Why is your disciple staring at me so intently?"

As Meng Zhangqing pondered, he noticed the library guardian Elder had moved the random book from his face; his features were gentle and kind, radiating immense warmth.

Like one's own family elder.

He seemed easy to get along with.

But Meng Zhangqing thought of the sword art on his panel.

"Sacred Spirit Slaying Sword Art"

He immediately discarded that impression.

Just from the name, this sword art felt deeply murderous.

"I am new here and found it intriguing, so I lingered a moment longer—forgive me, Elder."

Meng Zhangqing bowed slightly with both hands.

"Hmm, hurry inside."

The library guardian Elder said casually, then covered his face again with the random book.

A faint snoring sound arose.

Meng Zhangqing nodded and stepped into the Scripture Hall.