He Wen glared at her, his tone harsh. "Do you know how much time another demon-catching drama would take? Fan Shizhong has already sent people to chase the Ninth Princess. Do you want us to get caught?"
Sang Wan shrank back, lowering her eyes. "No... it's just that drawing talismans only brings in small money."
He Wen sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea with his left hand. After gulping it down, his throat felt somewhat soothed.
He snorted, "Indeed, it's small money, but as long as we stay alive, we'll never run out of opportunities. The best strategy is to leave quickly."
Sang Wan pressed her lips together and continued putting the silver into the Qiankun Bag.
He Wen rested for a while but didn't stay idle. His master had left him many items, including the Demon Lock and some rare talismans. His master's skills were mediocre, so these talismans were inherited from their ancestors. By He Wen's generation, few were left.