"Both, obviously." Wuhen grinned, flashing his sharp white fangs. "Besides, the truly important historical records of the realms are written on ancient spiritual scrolls, not bound in superficial texts like these, Yan'er."
He rose gracefully from his nest of pillows, his long robes sweeping the floorboards as he wandered toward the nearest alcove shelf, which was filled with dusty scrolls. He pulled a thick parchment out and tossed it through the air toward Ningyan.
Ningyan caught it effortlessly in one hand and began unrolling the delicate parchment across his knees.
"I want to help you catch up," Wuhen added, leaning against the shelf with his arms crossed and his nine tails fanning out like a peacock's feather display.
Ningyan raised a brow, his eyes flicking up from the scroll. "That is thoughtful of you, considering you are the one who knocked me unconscious in the first place, Yan Wuhen."
