After Qin Yang returned to Ruan Xinxue's apartment, he went directly to his room to meditate. An hour later, he finished his meditation.
Exiting the bedroom, he saw that Ruan Xinxue and Ling Xiaoyu had already returned to the apartment. The two women were curled up with their slender legs on the sofa in the living room, eating snacks and watching TV.
"Here, Qin Yang, the paper you wanted."
Seeing Qin Yang come out, Ruan Xinxue smiled and handed him a thick stack of yellow paper.
"Great!"
Qin Yang's face lit up with joy as he gently rubbed the paper. It felt lightweight, soft, and resilient, with an excellent texture. This stack of talisman paper was very well crafted, exceeding Qin Yang's expectations.
With the talisman paper, he could start making talismans.
"Sister Ruan, I'm going to retreat for a few days."
Qin Yang said urgently.
