Xia Xin scratched his head: "Is, is that so..."
"Looks like your master really is hopeless." Jiangli was helpless and really wanted to chase after to the Underworld to ask what that old Taoist usually taught Xia Xin.
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin didn't dare to speak.
"Forget it, you might as well start learning with me." Jiangli placed Talisman Paper in front of him, "Although one doesn't need to prepare too many things, when drawing a talisman, one must still do it with care, you still need the basic Talisman Paper and Vermilion."
Xia Xin nodded repeatedly, not daring to breathe too loudly, "Yes..."
"First draw a few talismans for me to see." Jiangli crossed her arms and nudged her chin towards him.
The corners of Xia Xin's mouth twitched, and when he picked up the brush beside him, his right hand was trembling, and his face looked like he was about to face execution.
Jiangli frowned.