Han Yu stepped into the third section on the left, his feet echoing faintly on the smooth stone floor. The air here was thick with the scent of ancient paper, dried ink, and the faintest trace of herbal dust long settled into the corners of the room.
This was the section of the library dedicated to alchemy, spiritual flora, and rare materials—subjects often neglected by the more martial-focused disciples, but now central to Han Yu's purpose.
The shelves stood tall and resolute, crafted from Blackwood Spirit Trees—said to resist decay for a thousand years. Their surfaces gleamed with oil and age, and the books they held were bound in beast hide, silk, and occasionally even scale leather from long lost creatures. Gold and silver filigree marked the titles with delicate calligraphy.
