The Books In The Library

Lin Bai looked up and saw a shriveled face. The skin on the face was like a dry tree, drily attached to the bones. The eye sockets were deep and embedded with wooden-like eyeballs..

It was as if there was a lingering fog inside, making it impossible to see his real expression. It was as if there was a mask on, making him seem fake. The skinny old man who had been dozing outside had actually come to his side.

The most important thing was that Lin Bai did not notice anything. He did not know if it was because he was too immersed or something else, but he did not sense anyone approaching.

Lin Bai's eyes flashed. "It was placed in the corner. I picked it up out of curiosity."

Turning him to the last page, the old man raised his eyebrows. "You seem to be very interested in this?"

"Not really. I'm just a little curious," Lin Bai said very naturally. "When I came to the Alchemist Association earlier, I heard a legend."