Seeing Han Li lose his temper, Li Feiyu didn't get upset either—his face remained as indifferent as ever. He tilted his head, inserting his little finger into his ear canal, carefully digging out the wax with focused concentration, embodying the calm demeanor of someone who could meet any challenge head-on. After Han Li had ranted and raved, seeing Li Feiyu's thick, unyielding composure—seeming completely unaware of what had transpired—Han Li grew calmer and sensed something unusual was going on. "You're not a fool, nor are you arrogant. You must have a solid reason for doing something so reckless," Han Li asked, now fully composed. Noticing how quickly Han Li's anger had dissipated and how he had regained his usual rationality, Li Feiyu felt a slight sense of regret, yet on his face he adopted a pained, helpless expression, loudly lamenting, "Good heavens! I'm truly innocent!" "I actually wanted to explain myself just a moment ago, but you never gave me a chance to speak!" "Now you're complaining about me, and I'm truly caught between a rock and a hard place!" The way he was acting—complaining, faking it—was so artificial that it was obvious from the start, revealing a real lack of grace. Han Li couldn’t help but feel the urge to step forward and give him a solid kick, landing him in a dog-pee pose. "Stop acting all dramatic! Explain yourself!" "You're acting so stubborn and uncooperative—don’t you worry that your devoted younger disciples will see you like this? If they witness your current slothful demeanor, the image of you as a poised, cool, elite killer you've built over the years will completely collapse." Han Li gave him a sharp look, adding a touch of mockery. Right now, he simply didn’t have the energy to engage in playful banter. If this situation wasn’t handled well, both of them would face serious consequences. Li Fei Yu seemed to understand exactly what Han Li was thinking, so instead of arguing back against his remarks, he simply moved lazily to the bundle of scrolls, bent down, picked up a random tome at random, and then stood up. After straightening up once more, he radiated a faint, mysterious glow, smiled slightly—half-smiling—and handed the book to Han Li, then gestured with his eyes for him to lift the cover and glance at it. Han Li took the thin scroll in his hands, his expression filled with curiosity. He felt somewhat puzzled, unsure of what Li Feiyu was up to. "Just open it and you'll understand everything," Li Feiyu said, speaking with a tone of eager anticipation, as if trying to draw out a performance. "Why go all this way making such a big deal out of it?" Han Li, though clearly reluctant, still lifted the cover. Upon opening the book, the first page revealed clearly, in neat black letters on white paper, the title: "The Flash of the Eye – Sword Technique." "Hmm!" Han Li was slightly surprised. The very first book Li Feiyu had handed him was exactly what he had been looking for—this was unexpected. "Don't be alarmed," Li Feiyu reassured him. "Now take a closer look at these other books." Liyi Fu then tossed several scrolls over. Han Li caught each one, opened them quickly, and read through them. He was left utterly stunned. On the very first page of each scroll, clearly written in black characters, was the title: "The Flash of the Eye Sword Form." After a long while, Han Li finally lifted his gaze from the scrolls in his hands. He looked up, pointed at the large pile of scrolls scattered on the ground, and asked in a hesitant tone, "You... you won't tell me that... all of these... are all the 'Flash of the Eye Sword Form,' will you?" Han Li simply didn't care about the other's little tricks and asked incredulous questions. "You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?" "I was just standing in the corner of the archive, and suddenly saw so many scrolls with the same title—my eyes nearly popped out!" Li Feiyu flicked his eyes and murmured, clearly shaken. Then, upon seeing Han Li's expression of wide-eyed astonishment, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. To Li Feiyu, Han Li's look of genuine surprise was a rare sight. Normally, Han Li always appeared calm and composed before him, as if the word 'surprise' simply didn't apply to him at all. But now, Han Li's blank, dazed expression made Li Feiyu feel that all his recent efforts had truly paid off. After a while, Han Li finally regained his composure. He clutched the few books tightly, bowed his head and thought for a moment, then raised his face with a look of mild contemplation, speaking calmly and deliberately: "Have you checked these books?" "How many are there?" "I've certainly counted them—more than once—there are exactly seventy-four volumes with identical titles," Li Feiyu interjected promptly, stating the figure with unwavering confidence. "Unless we know the exact number, we might very well miss one or two when returning them, which would indeed be a serious issue," he added, offering a slight further justification. Gently pressing his fingers against the slightly yellowed pages, Han Li slowly turned the book over, carefully reviewing the one he was holding.