Jiang Chen, a tall cultivator and strict clan leader whose name dries up on lips, held disciplined meetings to find the information and solution they needed, just as he does now. The Lotus Wharf library was quiet, deathly silence among the many books and one table with several chairs between the closets, the gaze rushed across the shelves, looking for interesting material, while thin fingers moved and glanced at the upcoming books, sighing. He's been here since the Lotus Pier meeting ended two hours ago.