"Master, I want to go too."
Qiao Jiu obediently walked up to Qiao Nanyuan, imploring him with her eyes.
Qiao Nanyuan was very direct: "You haven't completed your talisman drawing task for this week, if you finish them all before ten o'clock, I will let you go."
"Master!" Qiao Jiu shrieked.
Qiao Jiu's tone was agitated, her cheeks slightly turning red.
She looked as if she were about to cry: "There are so many talismans, even if I didn't rest for a day and night, I wouldn't be able to finish drawing them!"
"So?" Qiao Nanyuan's resolute face fell, his eyes barely open, and was barely suppressing an imposing aura around him.
"I want to go." Qiao Jiu mumbled.
Qiao Nanyuan frowned: "I said, once you have finished drawing the talismans, you can go."
Not only did Qin Ruan know of the danger of this task, Qiao Nanyuan, as someone from the Metaphysics Circle, clearly understood how extraordinary this mission was.
