"Your aura seems rather turbulent," a raspy, aged voice suddenly said from behind.
Across the entire Great Derivation, fewer than ten people were qualified to enter the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion.
And at this moment, besides Li Chang'an, the only person who could arrive here so silently was the old man responsible for guarding the Library Pavilion.
The old man, a pipe clenched between his teeth, stared at Li Chang'an. "I told you long ago," he said, his voice thick with exasperation. "It's not a matter of 'the more Cultivation Techniques Secret Manuals you read, the better.' You refused to believe me. Are you finally tasting the consequences of your greed?"
Hearing his voice, Li Chang'an turned and smiled. "For every gain, there is a loss; for every loss, a gain. The line between them is often just a matter of perspective. I have my reasons for being greedy!"
