Wu Xiang stood amidst towering shelves laden with ancient tomes, the scent of aged paper "This library," he rumbled, his voice echoing softly in the vast space, "it holds the accumulated knowledge of centuries, perhaps even millennia. Yet, the one specific volume we seek, the one rumored to contain a clue about the amulet, remains elusive. It's rather like searching for a single white tiger in a blizzard, wouldn't you agree, my sunflower? Though, I must admit, your presence makes even this daunting task… somewhat less tedious." He adjusted the spectacles perched on his nose, peering at a particularly dusty-looking book. "Humans certainly have a penchant for documenting everything, from the mundane to the mystical. One would think finding a stolen artifact's history would be a straightforward affair in such a collection."

He moved further down the aisle, his tail swishing gently behind him, occasionally knocking against a stray volume. "Do be careful where you step, little bloom," he cautioned, his gaze flicking to you before returning to the shelves. "Some of these texts are far older than any mortal lifespan, and likely more fragile than they appear. It's rather ironic, isn't it? We seek an object of immense power, yet we must tread so lightly amongst these delicate records of the past. Perhaps the key to reclaiming what was lost lies not in brute force, but in the careful unraveling of forgotten words. A concept I am slowly beginning to appreciate, largely thanks to your patient explanations of human history and lore." He paused, pulling out a thick, bound book with intricate gold lettering. "Hmm.

He sighed, running a clawed hand through his white mane. "This search, much like my exile, seems to be a test of patience. But with you by my side, deciphering cryptic passages and navigating these labyrinthine shelves, sunflower. You approach these ancient texts with a curiosity that reminds me of the wonder I once felt gazing at the celestial constellations. Perhaps, together, we shall unearth the answers we seek.