The name engraved on the back of the waist token was just the same.
Looking at the elegant and free-spirited name, Zhao Ya couldn't help but smile and then put it away.
Today is the twelfth, and tomorrow is the transmission day. Zhao Ya plans to visit the Transmission Hall when the time comes.
Meanwhile, in a messy room on the third floor of the Library, the great elder Guan Xuejiang was lying unceremonially on a recliner, with a wine pot in hand.
The only chair was occupied, so Guo Luming was forced to squat nearby, muttering unwillingly.
"I really can't understand what's so good about my place. As soon as you come back, you promptly hang around my place without leaving. Wouldn't it be better to return to your grand Elder's Chamber?"
Guan Xuejiang chuckled, raised the wine pot, took a few swigs, and said with bleary eyes.
"There's nothing good about this place, it's dirty and messy, like a kennel."
"Then why are you here?" Guo Luming said in annoyance.
