Looking at the empty bookshelf and the mess on the floor, a slight smile unconsciously curled up at the corners of Zuo Feng's mouth. He finally spent quite some time roughly going through the books on the shelf, gaining a general understanding of all the stored books here.
The books that were casually discarded on the ground were the ones he deemed unworthy during his selection. The books he found valuable were carefully wrapped and strapped to his back.
Right now, if one were to glance at Zuo Feng, he would look like a young refugee, his hair disheveled and face smeared with a mix of sweat and mud. His clothes were full of holes and covered in dust, with a long tear on his pants, surrounded by scattered bloodstains.
A large bundle was wrapped around his waist, appearing like several large boxes from the outside, and he carried another full bundle on his back, resembling a little homeless beggar on the run.
