Summer had come to an end and the colder months had slowly begun. As of late, Niulang had begun to get the impression that he was traveling more than usual. He had come under the tutelage of a fellow immortal he had met only a few months ago. While travel was not odd to him, it did seem like they ended up staying in places for shorter amounts of time than he was used to. As a result, he could only find himself thankful that he had managed to convince the other that they should stay in Asia for a bit.
Of course, he doubted that the young immortal had understood his explanation at the time. Exactly how far magic could go was often lost on many, sometimes even the most powerful of individuals. Nonetheless, he was thankful.
They kept their time and, like every year, September passed with no change. His belief that Zhi Liu might be dead haunted the corners of his mind. He knew it was possible, but he had no way to know. After all, there was only so far his gaze could stretch. As such, he kept to routine, hoping that his worries were unfounded.
Yet, like most people he forgot the odd ways that life enjoyed surprising people.
He was to leave. They had kept too long and there was admittedly no reason to stay. He had never been too picky of a person and placed the decision of when to leave in Asheton's hands. Naturally, this left him with some time to spare considering that the younger immortal enjoyed sleeping too much. As much as it was a bad habit in Niulang's eyes, he had little desire to pick on something he knew would cause an argument.
Distractions were relatively nice. Today, he'd decided a trip to a library would be nice. He didn't visit them often, as his upbringing had never quite placed much of an interest in literature within him. Stories had always come to him verbally. Written word did not quite hold the same pleasure. The only true use he saw in it was learning.
Coming to the library was a slight hassle. He had never quite modernized, preferring to keep to more traditional looks. As such, he hardly went ignored as he began searching the shelves, having little idea of exactly what he was looking for. Thankfully, they were not nearly as much or as blatant had he been somewhere like the States.
Frowning in distaste, he decided that he might need to go downstairs. As a result, he began to head down the stairs.