The room was simply decorated, with everything that should be there but nothing particularly special. It was clean and tidy, a few potted plants placed on the window sill, filled with the breath of life, as if the owner of the house had just gone on a long trip.
Liang Yi stood in front of the desk and found that there were quite a few books arranged neatly on it, mostly travelogues, some histories of sect development, and even one or two cookbooks.
"Can a life without cultivation only be passed by reading books?"
Looking through them one by one, these books all appeared to be read many times, no longer brand new, with some wear and tear at the edges.