"Teacher Zhang, what's the matter? Are these insights problematic?"
Seeing the young man enter the room and keep swiping his hand without flipping the books open, Lu Mingrong approached, his eyes filled with confusion.
"It's nothing..."
Zhang Xuan did not explain, and once again caressed several hundred books. Just like before, he did not form a useful Book of Heaven's Path.
Knowing that continuing would be just as fruitless, he left the room and returned to the front of the stone tablet.
The stone tablet stood not faraway, imposing from a distance. Each and every character on it seemed to drill into his eyes as he observed, offering a distinctly different sensation.
Only this time, the sensation was completely unlike before.
If previously it had felt like a dragon soaring over the nine provinces with unmatched prowess, now it was like the Spring Wind and Rain, gentle as dust.