One month later.
Peach Blossom Residence.
Yu Xian, who had avoided the disturbance from the outside world, wielded his brush and drew. Mysterious patterns outlined on a blank talisman paper, faintly revealing a scorching heat.
Puff!
A bundle of flame ascended, and the half-drawn blank talisman paper turned into ashes.
Yu Xian put down his pen and fell into contemplation.
"I felt like it was already perfect, so why did it fail?"
This was his first attempt at drawing a talisman after half a year of studying Talisman Making.
As expected, an accident occurred.
He originally thought that with his powerful consciousness and half a year of foundation in talisman studies, he should have been quite familiar with the basics of making talismans.
Moreover, there was the first-rank top-grade talisman brush made from the soft hair under the armpit of a second-level demonic beast called Ghost Tiger, as well as excellent Cloud Ink and first-rank premium talisman paper.
