Hearing the sound of a stranger, the white tiger's first reaction was to run, but it was still held in Yang Fan's hand. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape.,Although surprised by Yang Fan's careless brushwork, as her pen fell, Grandma Wu felt a shift in the other person's aura. The runes she painted faintly shimmered with gold.,She told Wu Zhenghao, “Send these two calming talismans to your aunt and second aunt. Take this one back to your father. This one is for Chenxi to send to her friend.”。