Three hours, not particularly long, yet not particularly short either.
When Zheng Qing finished writing a complete set of runes, it was nearing noon. He put down his talisman pen, stretched lazily, and stood up, cracking his fingers, neck, and shoulders. After going through the routines of "Unarmed," he finally felt at ease and let out a long sigh.
It had been a long time since he had spent so much energy writing a full set of talismans. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but after finishing, not only did Zheng Qing not feel too exhausted, he actually felt refreshed and invigorated.
After stretching, he placed his hand on that neither thick nor thin talisman scroll, feeling the slightly slippery texture of the yellow paper surface, and a sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.
"You're simply amazing!" he quietly praised himself, then immediately looked around cautiously, afraid that someone had noticed his embarrassing act.
