Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's anxious expression, Nie Qianyu laughed and said, "Don't worry, Brother Ren. The Xiang Sect's visits to Huichun Valley are not too fixed, but the year of their visit is fixed. This year, they must come. This has been a tradition for hundreds of years, even if Huichun Valley encounters any disaster, the Xiang Sect will still come. There is no reason for them not to come this year."
Zhang Xiaohua patted his chest and said, "Good, you scared me there for a second."
After chatting and laughing for a while, Nie Qianyu took the book page back to the outer valley.
As usual, Zhang Xiaohua sat cross-legged on the grass meditation cushion, pondering the Rabbit Talisman. After such a long period of contemplation, Zhang Xiaohua had comprehended half of the 365 talismans. However, he had been stuck on the 183rd talisman for three days now, without any progress.
