Hong Yuye got up. She didn't seem to mind Jiang Hao's mouthful of lies.
She walked all the way to the hall and went up to the second floor.
Finally, she arrived at Jiang Hao's table and gazed at the talisman-making tools.
"Draw a talisman," she said. "I want to see how you do it."
Jiang Hao followed her without thinking much and started making the talisman.
It was the more challenging Ten Thousand Swords Talisman.
After days of practice, he was different from before.
His strokes were balanced and forceful. Each stroke was distinctive and imbued with power.
The whole process was as smooth as flowing water.
When he finished, Hong Yuye took the talisman to inspect it. She then moved to the balcony.
"How long has it been since you slept?" she asked.
Jiang Hao was surprised at the question. Had he been poisoned again without his knowledge?
