Published: February 13, 2025
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"You are being a bit disrespectful to me." The uninvited guest tilted his head and looked at the book keeper on the roof.
He seemed to walk casually, but for some reason, he managed to reach the rooftop in just a few steps.
The book keeper did not move, nor did he shift his gaze.
"His name is Deze, and he is responsible for managing the books in the North District. He actually has quite a talent for martial arts. Many of us have advised him not to just read books after finishing his daily work, but to try cultivating as well. This way, not only can he extend his life, but he can also avoid getting sick often. That way, he can read more books and read them for a longer time."
The book keeper's tone was low, as if he were sharing his feelings with a friend.
The uninvited guest frowned, remaining silent as he watched him.
"But Deze doesn’t listen. He is unwilling to put down any book he picks up. He also believes that the meaning of life has nothing to do with its length. As long as he can do what he wants and achieve some success in his areas of interest, that’s enough for him."
"Sometimes we don’t understand him. He doesn’t explain himself, and even if we say too much, he doesn’t get angry. When we need the books from the North District, he doesn’t even need to check the catalog; he can casually tell us where everything is located or in which category in the terminal it can be found."
At this moment, the book keeper slowly withdrew his gaze, slightly bowing his head and bending his waist as if paying tribute to his departed companion.
"His achievements in ancient formation techniques are outstanding, especially in the research of the late ancient formation period. It can be said that this was the time when the most numerous and chaotic formations were left behind in history because afterward, the entire system collapsed."
"But Deze really organized the information well. He restored over twenty ancient formations from a myriad of threads, four of which are as powerful as the top ten formations of the Su Clan today."
"He may not have made significant contributions to the Library Palace, but he is a companion worthy of our respect."
"And you... killed him."
"And he... should not have died."
The book keeper straightened his body and faced the uninvited guest, finally locking his gaze onto his opponent.
"Heh..." The uninvited guest scoffed, feeling no remorse for his actions.
"In this universe, it has always been the strong who are respected. If it were otherwise, why would you book keepers be trapped here? Isn’t it because you are weak?"
"What was his name again? Deze, right? He died. Why? Because he was weak! If he were stronger than me, then it would have been me who died. So, he cannot blame anyone else."
The uninvited guest shook his head, finding it amusing to educate these book keepers.
Is it worth saying so much for the death of a companion?
Of course, the uninvited guest also admitted that if he hadn’t taken time to gauge the opponent's qi fluctuations, he might not have given this person the opportunity to speak.
"Are you saying that if someone stronger than you killed you, you wouldn't hold a grudge?" the book keeper asked.
"Of course not. It’s a pity, though; you're decent, but you can't kill me." The uninvited guest shook his head and then asked, "Are you the somewhat famous Old Dean here?"
The book keeper also shook his head. "I am not, but I can kill you."
With that, he raised a hand and swiped at the uninvited guest.
...
Xia Bai and Luo Luo stood by the window, looking towards the direction of the battle.
With their current level of strength, they were not yet able to grasp the details of the fight; just feeling the energy fluctuations from afar was already quite impressive.
After all, the Library Palace was quite large, and it was set up with layers of barriers that obstructed their perception.
"Is it... Teacher Li Luo?"
Xia Bai asked uncertainly, glancing back at her master, who confirmed her suspicion.
"Who is Teacher Li Luo?" Luo Luo asked, as she wasn’t familiar with the book keepers.