Chapter 239: Ancient Puppetry Ar (1/2)
Chapter 239: Ancient Puppetry Art
Detecting more than a dozen strong auras rushing in his direction, Huang Xiaolong remained calm. Within a few breaths’ gap, several student librarians had Huang Xiaolong surrounded.
In that dozen of student librarians, most had an expression of astonishment seeing him. Obviously, some of them recognized Huang Xiaolong.
At this point, the first student librarian sent flying by Huang Xiaolong’s palm climbed up from the floor and wobbled to his fellow students’ side, specifically ‘reporting’ to one of them, “Senior Brother Chen, this rascal wanted to trespass into the library, disguising himself as our Duanren Institute’s student. I tried to stop him but he attacked and injured me!”
The student librarians that recognized Huang Xiaolong turned a ghastly shade of white hearing that. Especially Senior Brother Chen. His hand shot out in anger, slapping the student librarian with enough force to send him tumbling away before turning around and facing Huang Xiaolong on his knees, “Young Noble Huang, he’s blind for being unable to recognize Your Elderly, please forgive us!”
The others who recognized Huang Xiaolong quickly followed suit on their knees out of apprehension, whereas the first student librarian was flabbergasted and stood dazedly as he watched a group of student experts including Senior Brother Chen on their knees.
Unable to recognize Your Elderly? Huang Xiaolong looked at this ‘Senior Brother Chen’ who was kneeling in front him. Did he look so old?
“It’s nothing, all of you get up.” Huang Xiaolong said.
That Senior Brother Chen hesitated for quite a while before slowly getting to his feet. Although he stood up, his waist leaned at a respectful angle with his head lowered, not daring to look at Huang Xiaolong directly. The other student librarians stood in a similar posture.
“Can I go in now?” Huang Xiaolong asked.
Senior Brother Chen blanked at Huang Xiaolong’s question, unable to make heads or tails out of it, he remained blank.
“Can I go in now?” Huang Xiaolong asked again when no response came.
Senior Brother Chen reacted this time around, nodding energetically, “Of course, of course, Young Noble Huang. Please, please, this way Young Noble Huang!” swiftly stepping to the side, giving a wide berth for Huang Xiaolong to pass. The other students parted to the sides, making a big path in the middle.
Huang Xiaolong nodded, lifted his foot and walked into the library.
Only after Huang Xiaolong was out of sight did Senior Brother Chen straighten his back, cold sweat seemed to soak the back of his robe through and through. His hand dripped with drops of sweat from his forehead.
Some students that were still confused as to who Huang Xiaolong was, came beside Senior Brother Chen, cautiously inquiring, “Senior Brother Chen, who was that kid just now, ah?”
Senior Brother Chen scanned the faces crowding around him, slowly spitting three words from his mouth: “Huang-Xiao-Long!”
Huang Xiaolong!
Like an abrupt thunderbolt on a clear day, the students trembled and eyes rounded with fear. Whereas the first student librarian who had just gotten up from the floor a second time felt his legs weaken, shaking uncontrollably, falling butt first to the ground.
That person was actually Huang Xiaolong! Huang Xiaolong, the person even Emperor Duanren needed to greet as Young Noble Huang courteously!
“Oh my mother, so that was His Elderly!” After a long time, one of the student librarians exclaimed aloud when the truth sunk in.
That Senior Brother Chen looked at the first student librarian, “I hope Young Noble Huang doesn’t blame us, if not, not only us, even our families might be implicated!”
While shocked discussions were going on at the front, Huang Xiaolong arrived at the ancient languages section of the library, flipping through books one by one from the shelves and comparing them to the ancient runic-like patterns etched on the edge of the sacrificial altar.