Gu Ming strode slowly out of the grand and silent doors of the library.
Outside, the sky was already bright. It was the morning of the third day since he had entered.
Even though it was early morning, a few persistent figures were still scattered around the library's perimeter.
There were about thirty or forty of them—a much smaller crowd than the one from three days ago, which had been packed shoulder to shoulder.
Gu Ming had learned this information through brief exchanges of Divine Sense with other students who were quietly reading inside the library.
These students meant no harm; they were just kindly warning him about the situation outside.
Apparently, the group outside had even organized themselves into shifts.
They took turns standing guard, with each shift lasting about an hour or two before the next group took over.
This was no longer a matter of tech-worshippers seeking guidance. It had the distinct feel of a professional team setting a trap.
