Under a locust tree, an elderly man in a 中山裝 sat on a stone bench, sipping tea.,Jiang He fished out a talisman from his pocket. He bit his fingertip, drawing dragon-and-phoenix script on the talisman with his blood before folding it neatly.,His strides were filled with confidence, but deep down, he still couldn't shake Jiang He's words from his mind.。