Immortal Living Pool Library…
The next morning… the usually quiet halls of the Immortal Pool's Grand Library echoed with the sound of pages being turned at blinding speed.
Kent sat cross-legged at the center of the ancient reading chamber, surrounded by towering stacks of cultivation manuals, historical scrolls, and beast-hide-bound tomes, each one thicker than a mortal's thigh. His robes were half-tied, a faint scent of spring rolls and burnt ink clung to him, and his hair was slightly messy from rubbing his temples too often.
"Next!" he shouted, tossing aside another scroll with an exasperated sigh.
"Still nothing useful about Naga crafting traditions? Or weapon forging rituals of serpent-bloodline elders?" he muttered to himself.
An old library elder squinted at him from a distance. "You've turned through six hundred scrolls since morning, young man! And you've nearly ruined three of my best-preserved tomes with snack grease!"
