Zhang Chen was not an ordinary person; he tried repeatedly until midnight, when Xiaodouding yawned, picked up a book, and headed upstairs. "I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed. You'd better sleep early too so you don't be late for morning class."
After Xiaodouding left, Zhang Chen continued to study the talismans.
"Something's not right, the ones I draw don't look right! How could a talisman have over twenty strokes? I must have drawn it wrong." Zhang Chen counted the strokes of his talisman, recalling videos he'd seen online in his previous life, none seemed to have more than five strokes.
After thinking for a while without finding any clue, seeing the sky darkening, Zhang Chen directly tossed the wooden stick away, then leveled the yellow sand without leaving any trace, before getting up and returning to the bed to meditate.
First, he practiced Qi cultivation, and after completing the magical power exercise, he began visualization to restore his soul.
