Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1602 Can recover and draw the terrain
  "Believe me. As long as you find grass like Shuiqing and add my recovery pill, you can change back to your previous appearance, and you can also restore your wasted spiritual power."

Zhang Yan realized that Xiaoli didn't have much hope for recovery, so he stepped forward and held Xiaoli's shoulders with both hands, looking directly into her light blue eyes. The determination in her eyes deeply affected Xiaoli.

Xiaoli chose to believe in Zhang Yan. She felt the infinite possibilities and reassuring power of Zhang Yan.

"Shuiqingcao is an extremely rare grass. This kind of grass only grows inside the palace where we live. It has soldiers holding hands all year round." Xiaoli said and drew the topography of the palace and the water on the ground with his hands. The location of Harukusa.

Zhang Yan looked at what Xiaoli had drawn carefully and kept it firmly in his mind, asking Neely to design the best infiltration route.

After finishing the painting, Xiaoli stood up and straightened her clothes, "I can't go back to the sea like this. If I go back, it's an obvious target and it will be easy for others to find me. The rest is up to you."

Zhang Yan seemed to have already expected that Xiao Li would not be able to go together, and there was not much fluctuation on his face. Just a faint nod to show understanding.

"Can I go with you?" Xiaobai, who had been shrinking in Zhang Yan's arms, suddenly said weakly.

Zhang Yan looked at Xiaobai in his arms after hearing this. He didn't know why he wanted to follow him, "No. Even I don't know what dangers you will face, let alone take you on an adventure."

As Zhang Yan spoke, he put Xiaobai into Xiaoli's hand and walked out of the hut without looking back.

The figure walking outside the house was caught in Xiao Li's eyes and engraved in his heart. She watched Zhang Yan walk out, and seemed to remember something as she hurriedly rummaged through the huge luggage.

"Wait! I have a spiritual treasure here that should be able to help you." Xiao Li lifted up her skirt and chased Zhang Yan from behind, dragging her inconvenient legs. When Zhang Yan heard this, he immediately stopped and turned around to wait for Xiaoli, but seeing that she had some difficulty moving, he still walked towards Xiaoli.

"What magic weapon is there?" Zhang Yan looked at the accordion-like thing in Xiao Li's hand with an inquiring gaze.

Xiaoli opened her mouth and gasped, her chest rising and falling slightly. She wiped the sweat off her face with her hands and threw it into the air in a beautiful arc.

"This is called Qin Hui. You can shake it when you are in danger. It will freeze enemies who hear the sound of the piano. It may also help you escape." He put Qin Hui into Zhang Yan's hand.

Zhang Yan looked at the piano painting in his hand, which was only the size of a palm. The whole body of the piano painting was aqua blue, with ripples of water engraved on it. The five grooves on it just fit the recesses of the fingers and fit the hand well.

The more Zhang Yan saw Qin Hui, the more he liked it. He took it away without being polite to Xiao Li and put it into his already full space.

"Then just wait for me here. I will come back to treat you as soon as I get the Shuiqingcao, and then we will attack the palace together." Zhang Yan waved his hand to Xiaoli to hurry back and wait for him to come back.

Xiaoli also waved to Zhang Yan, with worry hidden in her eyes, because she knew how dangerous the water was.

"You must come back safely." Xiaoli couldn't help but said to Zhang Yan.

(End of this chapter)