"Is this the book?"
Aurora Sinclair knelt before an old, simple chest.
Inside the chest were several stone tablets, faintly engraved with some kind of writing.
Quentin Stone looked back, thought for a moment, and shook his head. "Not this one."
The two continued to rummage through the room until Alvin Morgan walked in.
"What are you looking for?"
The moment Aurora Sinclair saw him, she remembered Ditto Miles, the powerful search expert.
"Morgan, bring Ditto Miles over."
Just then, a small suitcase crossed the threshold on its own and slid over.
Quentin Stone asked in surprise, "Who made this?"
"I did," Alvin Morgan replied.
Quentin Stone's eyes lit up. He looked Alvin up and down, then nodded in approval. "Not bad. You have a valuable skill. You can become my disciple."
He gestured to the books in the room. "Once you join my sect, you may read any of these books as you please. However, in terms of seniority, Dawn Miles will be your Senior Sister."
