"Hey, hey, hey!" The little Taotie's protests were firmly shut behind the door by Ji Jing.
"Boom!" Thunder rumbled overhead, and Ji Jing finally looked up at the sky. Heavenly fate? This unreasonable destiny, let it come!
She walked over to the completed formation, her hand slowly resting on the hilt of the sword. The sword that Mingze had given her was now covered in cracks from being used as the array's eye.
If Ji Jing pulled it out, it would shatter, so she left it in place on the hilt to give the impression that she was ready to wield it.
The bleeding from Ji Jing's left hand hadn't stopped yet, and she continued to quiver as she drew out the last few talismans.
Inside the room, everyone huddled together by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Ji Jing's calm and deliberate actions.
"Does she still have so many talismans? Is she going to use them to block the thunder?" Fu Xian asked nervously.
