To be honest, after fighting battle after battle, Jiang Yue still had a huge demand for spirit talismans. The key was that he often didn't fight alone; team battles were common.
He might not need all these spirit talismans himself at any given moment, but someone was bound to need them.
Seeing his father hand them over by the handful, Jiang Yue hesitated.
"What are you standing there for? Think it's not enough?" Jiang Qiao asked with a smile.
"Dad, you've got enough for yourself, right? Don't go showing off in front of your son and leave yourself short," Jiang Yue teased.
Jiang Qiao rolled his eyes and grumbled, "You're underestimating your old man. Maybe I don't have as many strange and varied skills as you, but when it comes to spirit talismans, even your grandfather agrees I'm the best of the three brothers. I've got a good chance of surpassing him, too."
Oh?
That really surprised Jiang Yue.
In his memories, his father had always been an academic type of minor official, working in a government office—proper, diligent, and mild-mannered.
He'd never expected him to be a hidden master of talisman-making.
There really were hidden experts everywhere. But his father had hidden it exceptionally well.
Since they'd gone this far, Jiang Yue accepted the talismans without hesitation. Judging by his father's expression, if he didn't take them, he might risk getting beaten up at home.
Father and son chatted happily for a while longer, mostly about their family.
Jiang Qiao asked repeatedly about Jiang Yue's older sister and his aunt's family, not letting even the smallest detail slip by.
"Ah, I failed you and your sister. She never went to college. That was my failure as a father."
"Come on, even if my sister had gone to college, she