Master Xinzeng crawled and rolled forward, still trying to stop Yu Wenye, shouting frantically, "Your Highness, Your Highness, you can't, the Scripture Pavilion has—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Yu Wenye had already rushed out.
All the dissuasion, shouting, exclamations vanished the instant Yu Wenye dashed through the raging fiery fire at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion. Behind him, the wall of fire seemed to isolate all voices outside. After rushing into the pavilion, he felt surrounding heat, the scalding temperature nearly making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He could only shield his forehead with one hand, barely opening a slit to look into the pavilion. But it was worse than what he could see from outside. The fire burning in from the windows had already ignited the bookshelves close to the walls, where the flames spread the fastest, now leaving only a wall of fire. Just as Yu Wenye steadied himself, it gave a crisp crack and collapsed with a bang!
