Chapter Eleven, Praise of a Hundred Miles, Herd to the East Tome.
When Bai Li Shu came to, he smelled the faint aroma of sandalwood.
When he smelled this scent famed for being able to soothe the nerves, Bai Li Shu had a few guesses as to what kind of place he was in. He got up and looked around to observe this room. In the room neither big nor small, blue water cloud patterns were present all around, no different from the needlework on that man’s garments he saw on the third floor of the library.Continue reading “[Zhao Ge] Chapter 11”