Russell glanced around silently, his gaze settling on his sister who was bent over the long table recording something. Carpenter, sensing his gaze, immediately stood up and nonchalantly walked toward the family secret tome.
When she began to pester the guardian, insisting on seeing the parts only accessible to high-level apprentices, Russell helplessly gathered several family chronicles nearby: "Carpenter, don't be mischievous, just pick a few and read them in the quiet room."
Our priority now is to broaden our horizons, calm the mental sea, and learning new things is no longer feasible."
Carpenter stomped her foot in displeasure, grabbed a few thick notebooks, and turned toward her meditation chamber.
Russell smiled apologetically at the guardian and swiftly left with the notebooks in his arms.
