Li Ming was stunned for a moment before he came to a realization and asked, "What do you want?"
"After I tell you, you have to give me fifty living yin fiends." The tablet spirit's scarlet tongue licked at the side of its mouth, making it look indescribably evil.
"Alright." Li Ming agreed without thinking.
"Hehe, in your library pavilion." The tablet spirit glanced at Li Ming, a faint smile hanging on its mouth.
Li Ming was silent.
The Divine Will Mountain had long since opened the doors of its library pavilion to inner disciples, and it was free of charge.
When the sect master first announced this, Li Ming thought that there was something wrong with his ears. In his opinion, the sect master and the martial uncles were not generous people, so why would they offer something so valuable for free?