“H-how did you do it without anyone teaching you?” Bai Zijin was dumbfounded.

“It’s because I’d already been pondering over it for years when I was in the Grand-Orient Realm. I only started trying it out recently and smoothly became a one star patternscribe,” said Tianming.

“You created so many tomes in just three days? Aren’t you exhausted?” Bai Zijin already believed what Tianming said. This guy was a monster, and she had already gotten used to it.

“I was too excited and exhausted myself to inscribe five tomes. I won’t be able to do it anymore in the future. At most, five books a month,” said Tianming.

“You? Exhausted? You deserve it. Who asked you to stay in the room together with Ling’er while leaving us outside!” Ying Huo’s laughter echoed. After listening to his words, Tianming broke out in cold sweat and threw a pebble over, hitting Shuo Yue as well.

“Tianming, you’re still young, and you have to be more restrained. Don’t always bully her,” Bai Zijin glared at Tianming.

“Okay.” Tianming lowered his head. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get himself...