Moku opened his eyes and saw Mak Lampir's library door in front of him. The seven tigers had already stood up and greeted him. Their positions hadn't changed at all since the last time Moku saw them made him feel like time didn't pass in this place.
Moku walked past the seven tigers who were just as silent as statues. When he entered the library, the wraiths still seemed to be busy with their activities as before.
Some are dusting, some are compiling books, some are reading, and some are transcribing parchments into books. They continued to do this until Mak Lampir ordered them to stop. Moku can't tell the difference between wraiths, their faces are so broken to be recognized and their black clothes cover their body characteristics.
Moku greeted one of the wraiths who was sweeping "Hey, do you know me? I wanted to ask if Mak Lampir has time to meet, I have something to talk about."