After Zhang Season Letter and the others left, Zheng Qing finally stopped being busy.
Fei Rui's small head leaned forward a little more.
It was very curious about what the young cost student was up to.
Then it saw Zheng Qing pick out a small purple sandalwood box from the pile of boxes that had fallen into the snow, open it directly, and take out stacks and stacks of Yellow Paper Talismans. These Talismans, about a hundred to a stack, were bound with Ice Silkworm Silk ropes and looked very neat and pleasing to the eye.
Zheng Qing turned his head and glanced behind him.
The dark and menacing Silent Forest loomed like a terrifying maw, swallowing up vast swathes of the World. The whitely spread snowfield inside this maw seemed like the greedy tongue of ghosts and spirits, sending chills down one's spine.
The cold wind of winter weaved through the trees, intensifying the chill.
