The Autumn Dragon Sect was too damn big.
Wei Long and Zou Fang had known this when he first arrived, but knowing something and experiencing it firsthand were two completely different things.
The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of burning incense and damp earth. The towering stone pathways stretched endlessly before him, illuminated only by the dim glow of spirit lanterns hanging from intricately carved wooden posts. The walls of the sect shimmered with faint traces of spiritual formations, humming with latent energy.
But none of that mattered right now.
Because he was lost.
And worse—he was being dragged around by Wei Long's ridiculous demands.
"Zou Fang, find the library."
That was the command. Simple, right? But as it turned out, finding a single library in a sect as enormous as this was like trying to find a needle in a haystack the size of a mountain.
At first, Zou Fang had tried the direct approach.
