That night, in the tidy little room.
Xue Chuchu concentrated on writing her test paper, completely unaware of Xue Yuantong's cold and indifferent schemes.
However, even if she had known, she would probably have just chuckled lightly.
In another room, Jiang Ning sat at his desk, his Divine Sense probing into the Storage Ring, retrieving a pile of spiritual materials.
He took a stack of lotus leaves, singled out one, and with a light drag of his fingernail, he cut it to the size of half a playing card.
Afterwards, Jiang Ning guided the thick ink on the desk to dye the lotus leaf. This was no ordinary lotus leaf, but a Spiritual Lotus carefully cultivated by Jiang Ning on Hu Qi Mountain.
The lotus leaf, after being soaked and dried under the sun, was sturdy enough to carry some simple talisman effects.
This trip to Taishan, with Jiang Ning's constitution, even without taking the mountain paths, he could easily reach the summit. But Xue Yuantong was a different story.
