"It doesn't seem like much." Ji Jing held the talisman in her hand, threateningly saying, "If you come out now, I can still give you a chance to speak."
The air around Ji Jing seemed to fluctuate, as if struggling and hesitating, but in the end, there was no response.
"Well, don't blame me for being impolite then!" Ji Jing smirked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a stack of talismans. She hadn't even used up the new ones she drew a few days ago!
This time, the surrounding airflow fluctuated even more violently.
What kind of rich second-generation Taoist was this? Most people would be lucky to have five or six talismans, but why did this person have a whole stack?!
Weren't they supposed to find drawing talismans laborious?!
