(Arc: The Time-Travel Accident Arc — "A thousand years too early for this nonsense.")
The sect library was quiet.
Too quiet — which, for Li Ming, usually meant trouble.
Bai Guo was asleep on a shelf, feathers puffed up like an abandoned pillow. Lei Shan was curled into a ball of static under the table, his tiny snores occasionally sparking the floor tiles.
Li Ming sat cross-legged amid a pile of ancient scrolls, one eyebrow twitching. "Who writes talisman theory like this? These diagrams look like they were drawn by a drunk crab."
He rubbed his temples, staring at a faded parchment labeled:
'Temporal Sealing: A Beginner's Catastrophe Avoidance Manual.'
"Beginner's," he muttered, "and yet the author started with 'never attempt this indoors.' Too late for that."
The parchment shimmered faintly, runes pulsing like tiny hearts. The energy felt… odd.
Familiar, yet heavy — the sort of thing that whispered 'don't touch' in polite, ominous tones.
Naturally, Li Ming touched it.
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