Xi Ying's eyes brightened upon seeing such a vast collection of classics, and after a brief examination, she gently waved her sleeve.
Volume after volume of classical jade scrolls began to fly automatically, each heading towards the nearby bookshelves.
It was only then that Yuan Ming noticed the seven or eight bookshelves arranged in the corners of Xi Ying's room, each one piled high with classics, sorted by categories such as Magic Practitioners, Body Cultivation, Soul Cultivation, elixirs, spiritual materials, formations, and so on.
"Xi Ying, you're well-versed in various classics. Have you ever heard of a spiritual material called a Mixed Hole Primordial Stone?" Yuan Ming suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Mixed Hole Primordial Stone? I haven't heard of that," Xi Ying thought for a moment and shook her head.
Yuan Ming felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart. It would be even more troublesome to find something that even Xi Ying hadn't heard of.
