Yang Qi looked around at the vast second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Even working at top speed, it would take him anywhere from three to five years just to look through everything. And that wasn’t even factoring in the time spent deciphering all the information.

Before he had a chance to start reading again, the medallion in his hand suddenly flickered with light.

Bai Yin’s medallion also flickered.

“Come on,” Bai Yin said, “someone just entered the pavilion. We have a chance to get some gifts.” He beckoned at Yang Qi, looking very much like a scammer who had just locked eyes on a rich target.

They walked out from the bookshelves into a wide hall filled with prayer mats. It was large enough to hold tens of thousands of people, and was obviously a place where the disciples could study books and seek enlightenment.

A group of a few dozen people had just entered.

Upon seeing Bai Yin and Yang Qi, one of them said, “We’re here to study in the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion. We want to pay for six hours of study time.”

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