"Hmph!" Zhuo Lengzhou scoffed, then steeled his resolve.
Although deep down he thought very little of Huang Xiaolong, considering him a minor figure, his desire for Ma Chuxia and the metaphysics association was unwavering. As a result, he wouldn't hold back just because he underestimated Huang Xiaolong. During the talisman drawing competition, it didn't matter who his opponent was -- Zhuo Lengzhou would throw his full weight behind it!
Soon, someone from the metaphysics association carried a time-honored desk into the hall.
Zhuo Lengzhou stood behind the desk, exuding a formidable aura that resembled a lofty mountain. This guy did have a reputation to uphold, after all.
To draw a talisman, one first needed to prepare the materials.
Naturally, these materials were to be provided by the person drawing the talisman.
Firstly, Zhuo Lengzhou took out a blank talisman paper.
