Bai Chuwei raised her right hand slightly, and the tip of her index finger condensed a hazy white energy, making everyone around her eyes widen in amazement. A true powerhouse!
Upon hearing about the resurgence of spiritual energy in China over the past twenty years, the old master Duan Family had never witnessed it with his own eyes until now. Even though he had lived for over seventy years, he was shocked enough to break out in a cold sweat.
Using her finger as a brush, and the void as her canvas.
Bai Chuwei's fingers swiftly moved through the air, characters leaving white afterimages as they formed. Then, with a resounding slap, she released the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman from her hand, and it flew away immediately.
Duan Xingye smacked his lips, muttering "awesome" to himself over and over. He had seen people draw talismans before, but never someone drawing them out of thin air.
He wondered if Weiwei was still taking on followers; he really wanted to be one.
