"Huff huff..."
In the White Deer Institute dormitory.
Xun Heihu got up and found himself still lying in bed.
Not far away, Zhao Daniu was grinding his teeth and snoring.
Outside, the moonlight was like water, a silver liquid pouring onto the ground.
"Was it a dream?"
Xun Heihu clenched the True Martial Talisman around his neck, suddenly got up quietly, and left the room.
"According to what that Artifact Spirit said, I entered the True Martial Talisman spiritually, and the outside felt like it was asleep, but everything I obtained inside the True Martial Talisman is real and genuine..."
Xun Heihu arrived in the courtyard and suddenly assumed a stance, practicing the White Deer Posture.
He had practiced this Pile Skill many times and was skilled and fluent.
But this time, there was obviously something different.
