Without any further ado, Di Tou began walking to the library. Arriving at the familiar plaza, Di Tou took a breath and admired the starry night sky for one last breath before passing through the gate to the library, as he went through, the token in his hand shined for a moment, and Di Tou sensed a countdown In his head equating to a hundred and sixty eight hours in his mind. This was, of course, the number of hours in a full week.
Passing through the familiar halls, Di Tou went to the area he was familiar with, where all sorts of miscellaneous materials and information were held. Passing through the familiar shelves, Di Tou would occasionally pause and make an extra turn, dipping into a familiar nook and pulling out a scroll and inspecting it for a moment, finding all sorts of manuscripts he was familiar with and had read in the past.
