Yu Ziqing tossed a book into the dark pit below.
"Brother, I've brought you some books. When you're bored, you can take a look to relieve your tedium. They are some books from my era, historical records, and various legendary stories. They're quite interesting when you have nothing else to do. As for cultivation-related classics, they are truly too precious. My family is small and unremarkable, so it's impossible to obtain them. And I estimate you wouldn't be interested in those low-level items. As for other classics, many have been passed down since ancient times. I bet you've also read them, and perhaps some of them were even left by you."
Throwing down dozens of thousands of books, Yu Ziqing gave Cece a signal.
The guy with the metal mask was thrown out by Cece.
The wound on his chest had somewhat recovered, but it was just a superficial recovery. His spine had been shattered by a blow from the village chief, making it not so easy to fully heal.
