Fang Han tamped down his excitement and walked out of the Cultivation Field.
In the corridor outside, the food box Qiu Lan had left for him that morning was already cold.
Fang Han picked up the food box and headed to the side hall.
After breakfast, Fang Han left his villa and walked along the bluestone path toward the Library Pavilion on the mountainside.
The morning light filtered down, and the trees and grass along the mountain path swayed gently in the breeze. Fang Han walked at a steady, unhurried pace.
The journey to Wangxi County was a long one, at least a month. Before he left, there was one more thing he needed to take care of.
The imposing silhouette of the Library Pavilion came into view. He stepped inside and went straight to the fourth floor.
Elder Mo was still leaning back behind a sandalwood desk, holding an ancient tome and reading with rapt attention.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up. When he saw it was Fang Han, a gentle light flickered in his weathered eyes.
