Perhaps because they both had a notebook that could never be filled, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao felt they had a synergy when they were together.
Just like now.
Both of them sensed an unsettling atmosphere slowly pervading the air.
Xiao Xiao carried his own black-cased notebook and silently took a few steps farther away.
He hated trouble.
Meanwhile, Zheng Qing reached into his grey cloth bag.
He was not afraid of trouble.
However, his only concern was that he barely had any combat talismans in his grey cloth bag.
Throughout his long journey of practicing writing symbols, Zheng Qing spent most of his time reviewing the symbols. He had been taught very few complete talismans by his teacher, most of which were tranquility charms for peace of mind.
The only thing that might have some effect on these veteran second-year students, he guessed, was the Suppression Charm.
Zheng Qing took out a talisman scroll and began to tear off the pages of fully drawn talisman paper, one by one.