"Why did you burn that book," Xu Zimei asked.
"No one must see it, and especially not you," the elder replied calmly.
"Do you know what's in the book?" Xu Zimei asked.
"I do not know. I remember I'm just the guardian of that book, but there are many things I can't seem to recall," the elder shook his head and replied.
"What exactly does the book talk about?" Xu Zimei asked.
"I do not know," the elder shook his head.
Xu Zimei's gaze sharpened as he grabbed the elder's collar and said indifferently, "Tell me."
"I do not know," the elder still shook his head.
With a "bang," the figure of the elder was flung away, crashing heavily against the nearby wall.
"To live is not to sorrow, nor is death to suffer," the elder chuckled lightly, looking up at the figure of Xu Zimei.
"You are not afraid of death," Xu Zimei walked over step by step.
"Afraid," the elder replied.
"But if you insist on asking about the contents of that book, I would rather die."
