Xu Qingtong took the Storage Bag from Dongfang Hui and asked in puzzlement, "Senior Sister Dongfang, what is this?"
Dongfang Hui said, "I don't really understand it either. They seem to be talisman-crafting materials. I found them here some years ago, but I have no use for them. Take a look!"
Xu Qingtong was delighted, but then something occurred to him!
"Senior Sister Dongfang, I can't take your things for nothing. If I can use them, I can exchange something else for them!"
Dongfang Hui fixed her large eyes on Xu Qingtong and said wistfully, "Qingtong, do you really have to draw such a clear line between us?"
"Uh, well, Senior Sister Dongfang, um, I..." Xu Qingtong dared not meet her gaze and was at a loss with embarrassment.
Dongfang Hui paid him no further attention. She turned and went to the Main Hall to continue studying the formation.
Xu Qingtong scratched his head and watched Dongfang Hui leave, then turned and returned to the West Wing.
Back in his room, Xu Qingtong held the Storage Bag, a thousand thoughts running through his mind. He could not calm down for a long time. He poured out its contents and found that they were indeed things like brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
There were three kinds of paper. One was no different from ordinary paper. Another actually carried the aura of immortal essence. Xu Qingtong guessed that this might be what was used for talisman crafting in the Immortal Realm.
The remaining kind differed from both. It looked like paper, but its material was very different from the first two, and the fluctuations of immortal essence it gave off were richer and more vibrant.
The brushes were also somewhat different from those he had obtained before. Xu Qingtong tried activating one