Chen Chang Sheng thought about her question but didn’t reply to it immediately. He turned around and walked out of the library and picked out a broken tree branch in the forest around the lake. He then took out his short sword and peeled away the skin of the branch. Now the branch was a white thin stick, and Chen Chang Sheng didn’t forget to dull the tips of the stick using the stones lying around the lake.
He walked back to the library and said, “If you don’t want to, speak.”