To let these young hotheads, full of righteousness and kindness, watch others in difficulty without offering help is even harder than reaching the sky.
Su Nanzhi, in order to reduce trouble, warned again, "The one asking for your help might not necessarily be human."
These words were indeed true.
Among this den of ghosts and monsters, these young ones were like lambs strayed into a wolf's lair. It's a wonder their sects' elders could even let them out.
After speaking, she left.
Among the remaining four, Xiu Sheng glanced at the Paper Talisman in his hand, then paused in shock.
The fellow disciple next to him didn't understand, "Brother Xiu, what's wrong?"
"Look at these talismans."
Everyone's gaze fell upon the Paper Talisman in Xiu Sheng's hands. Those yellow talismans seemed ordinary at first glance, but in fact, each stroke of the rune on them held great mysteries.
