"No trouble, no trouble."

The white-haired old man ran forward and took the initiative to open the seal leading to the second floor of the library.

In the next moment, the figures of the three people passed through the many spiritual lights and appeared on the second floor of the library pavilion.

"Third row, third column."

The white-haired old man said to himself, walked to the bookshelf, and found a yellowed ancient scroll, "This is it, the Haoran Scripture."

"oh?"

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, reached out to take the ancient scripture, and began to read it carefully.

"Sir, you can't read scriptures here. If someone sees you... let's move to another place."

The white-haired old man waved to Ling Xiao and took him to an elegant pavilion, "Sir, come in, this is where I usually rest."

"oh?"
Chapter completed!