Leaving Songtao Pavilion, Elder Fang Yuan was still visibly excited. He took several deep breaths to compose himself before turning to Fang Han, his gaze filled with satisfaction.
"Follow me."
He led the way, guiding Fang Han through several heavily guarded courtyards until they reached a quaint, ancient-looking pavilion.
The pavilion's plaque bore the two words "Library Pavilion," written with powerful, elegant strokes that carried the weight of ages.
Stepping inside, they found the first floor lined with towering bookshelves filled with countless volumes. A number of Fang Family Martial Artists were quietly browsing through them.
Elder Fang Yuan didn't linger, heading straight for the wooden staircase to the second floor.
An old man with a profound aura stood guard at the top of the stairs. Upon seeing Elder Fang Yuan, he gave a slight nod and stepped aside to let them pass.
