'Seriously? Is this old guy in such a hurry?'
'He kicked me out before I could even say anything?'
Yang An clutched the three Magic Scriptures and looked at the painting on the wall before him. Its contents had completely changed.
The old man holding the fishing rod still stood by the riverbank, but the river, once blood-red and filled with gore and limbs, was now engulfed in monstrous waves of fire. It had completely transformed into the scene from just before Yang An left.
The painting of the old man fishing had become one of him watching a fire.
But since he'd already been sent out, Yang An couldn't be bothered to care. He had the Magic Scriptures he wanted, and that was enough!
He could take advantage of the undisturbed quiet to start studying them right here in Yunzang Palace.
With this in mind, Yang An settled down right there on the 6th Floor, placed the Magic Scriptures in front of him, and picked up the one that interested him the most.
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