442 Heading Off to the Southern Wasteland, Zihu Receives Gifts (3)

United demons had powerful combat strength and many things would happen.

Tuoba Cheng laughed but did not speak again.

Since Han Muye mentioned this, he naturally had his own plans.

Han Muye left the hall and did not return to the Sword Pavilion immediately. Instead, he turned around and went to the library.

In front of the long table on the second floor, Huang Zhihu was lying at a long table, writing stroke by stroke.

Beside her, Cui Helian, the deacon elder of the library, stood with a straight face with his hands behind his back.

When Han Muye came, Cui Helian simply nodded indifferently.

Han Muye did not say anything. After Huang Zhihu finished writing a page and looked up, he smiled and said, "Your handwriting has improved a lot today."

"Zhihu greets Foster Father." Huang Zhihu put down the ink brush, stood up, cupped her hands, and bowed to Han Muye.