23rd Floor, Library

Wang Ye silently turned off his computer and looked towards Xiao Si in the corner.

The order he had given to Xiao Si was to attack any target that entered the room.

But there was no trace of fighting in the room at all.

It seemed that his control over Xiao Si was becoming weaker and weaker.

Or perhaps...

He had never truly controlled Xiao Si at all.

After a simple rest, the sky gradually brightened. Wang Ye washed up and got dressed, then headed to Tianzu's headquarters.

21st Floor.

Zhang Ziliang was looking at a list, seemingly lost in thought.

This list contained the names of several undercover spies from the Buddhist sect who had been in contact with people in Tianzu during their time there.

After a long silence, Zhang Ziliang finally said lightly: Find suitable excuses to fire the people on the list.

Yang Chen took the list and glanced at Zhang Ziliang, clicking his tongue in wonder: They might all be innocent.

I know.

Zhang Ziliang's expression remained as impassive as ever.

Hmph, how ruthless. Yang Chen sighed and took the list, turning to leave.

At the door, Wang Ye curiously glanced at Yang Chen, whose expression was a bit strange. He silently sensed the aura currently emanating from Yang Chen's body, then walked in.

Yang Chen was now the only standard Wang Ye had to judge his own strength, so he had to keep a close eye on Yang Chen's condition to accurately grasp his own power.

After all, most of the energy from that mysterious fruit he ate hadn't been absorbed. Instead, it had turned into a ball of energy stored in his dantian, constantly emitting faint energy for his body to absorb.

What's the matter?

Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye with a hint of weariness on his face.

Wang Ye nodded. "I need to investigate information about the Buddhist sect."

"Didn't I already give you A-level access?" Zhang Ziliang asked, puzzled.

"What I want to know isn't on the intelligence websites," Wang Ye replied flatly.

Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye with a grave expression. "Did you catch another big fish?"

"Just curious," Wang Ye responded calmly, not revealing even a shred of information.

Zhang Ziliang was a bit speechless and fell silent.

"You have to see it no matter what?"

"No matter what!"

After a long pause...

"Fine, come with me."

Zhang Ziliang heaved a sigh and stood up, taking his work pass and heading for the door.

Wang Ye followed behind Zhang Ziliang with an impassive expression.

23rd Floor.

Zhang Ziliang pressed the elevator button and explained, "The 23rd floor is our Tianzu's largest library. It contains a lot of things, including some ancient books preserved from the Evernight. These things all have precious value and normal people are usually not allowed to enter."

"As for the Buddhist sect's information, it's too important, so a lot of the records aren't kept on computers. The old generation's tradition is still to write things down and keep them in front of you for safety."

Wang Ye silently nodded.

He had always harbored some doubts about this.

After all, using websites as a base to record intelligence carried considerable risks, even with layers of protection.

It seemed that his so-called A-level access was just a facade Tianzu had put out...

The elevator doors opened and in just an instant, Wang Ye felt himself locked onto by several powerful energies, as if he could be attacked at any moment.

Zhang Ziliang stood in the elevator and held up his work pass.

Strands of energy ceaselessly swept over Zhang Ziliang's entire body. After a long time, the energy dissipated and the oppressive feeling in the air vanished.

Zhang Ziliang relaxed. "I hate coming here the most. It's like being stripped naked and toyed with every time."

Wang Ye's expression was solemn.

As expected, Tianzu was far more complicated than it appeared.

Just the people guarding the library gave off an aura filled with terror, let alone the unfathomable group leader, Li Xinghe.

But the Evernight had only ended a little over a year ago. How did these people gain such formidable strength in that short time?

There was still so much he needed to understand now.

Stepping out of the elevator, Zhang Ziliang brought Wang Ye straight to the deepest part of the library.

Row after row of huge bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books. Before the Evernight, books like these might not have been considered particularly valuable.

But after experiencing the Evernight, most things had been destroyed and human living space kept shrinking.

These paper books, preserved intact in such huge quantities, had become extremely precious.

As they continued deeper, the bookshelves on both sides grew sparser and the pages of the books had a slightly yellowed tinge, exuding the aura of olden days.

Accordingly, the contents of these books were clearly even more valuable.

Finally, they arrived at the end of the library, where a bronze gate stood erect.

In front of the gate was a rocking chair with an old man lying in it. The old man's hair was snow white and sparse, with only a few stubborn strands remaining on his head.

His face was extremely aged and covered in liver spots. Currently, he had his eyes closed and was reclining in the rocking chair.

If not for the faint sound of breathing, one might have thought he was already dead.

"Elder Qian, I'd like to bring someone in to look up some information."

Zhang Ziliang bent down slightly and spoke respectfully.

The old man seemed not to hear him, as the rocking chair swayed gently.

"Elder Qian..."

Zhang Ziliang was a bit helpless. His eyes revealed a hint of respect as he raised his voice slightly.

The old man opened his eyes hazily, looking at Zhang Ziliang.

As if trying to recall for a long time who Zhang Ziliang was, a kindly smile finally appeared on his aged face. "Little Mouse, in the blink of an eye, you've grown this big."

Little Mouse?

Wang Ye was taken aback for a moment, giving Zhang Ziliang a strange look.

But Zhang Ziliang showed no embarrassment or anger. On his eternally cold face was a rare gentleness. "It's me. I'd like to bring someone in to look up some information."

"Oh, go on in."

The old man peered at Wang Ye closely with his blurry eyes, then laboriously got up from the rocking chair.

Zhang Ziliang hurriedly went up to support the old man, carefully leading him to the bronze gate.

The old man breathed heavily. He lightly waved his hand in empty space and a crack appeared. The old man arduously stretched out his hand into the crack, fumbling around and taking out a key to open the big door. He placed the key back into the crack.

The crack disappeared, but the old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He sat back down in the rocking chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Wang Ye looked thoughtful. This crack...

Faintly resembled the abilities of that old monk from the Buddhist sect.

It was the rare spatial ability.

Zhang Ziliang helped the old man back into the rocking chair and glanced at Wang Ye, speaking lightly, "Let's go in."

Wang Ye nodded and followed Zhang Ziliang through the bronze door.

The bronze door slowly closed.

The frail old man lay slumbering in the rocking chair, a picture of tranquility.