After the lesson, Zhao Sheng kept Zhao Xuanjing and Zhao Xuan'an behind, while the others dispersed.
In the back hall, Zhao Sheng sat behind the talisman table, ignoring both of them and leisurely painted one first-order talisman after another.
In front of the talisman table, Zhao Xuanjing stood trembling, not daring to raise his head to look at his seventh uncle's face, while Zhao Xuan'an stared intently at the entire process of Zhao Sheng painting talismans, his eyes sparkling with delight.
This quiet atmosphere lasted for a full hour.
Just as Zhao Xuanjing was sweating nervously, Zhao Xuan'an suddenly spoke up.
"Seventh Uncle, I understand! This is a test for the two of us."
When Zhao Sheng heard this, he inwardly sighed and stopped his hand movements.
"Indeed, An'er indeed possesses insight. Take these two items with you!"
After praising him, Zhao Sheng took out a book and a scroll and handed them to Zhao Xuan'an.