He looked at the time.
It was still some time before dawn.
Zhang Jing got off the bed, stretched a little and turned towards the quiet room.
He had converted this place into a Talisman Making Room, on the table were Spiritual Paper and Spirit Ink.
Although he wasn't sure about the future of his business, preparing more talismans would never go wrong.
After a while.
The candlelight on the table in front of him suddenly dimmed.
A red spiritual light slowly rose from Zhang Jing's body, forming a faint red cloud phantom above his head.
Deep in his mind.
An imaginary eye slightly opened.
Scribe! Shape the Dao Pattern! Spiritual Power follows your heart!
Time slowly passed.
Zhang Jing unexpectedly ended up with seven successfully made Star Attraction Talismans on his table, and only two were ruined.
...
The next day.
Double Phoenix Street.
A group of weary Loose Cultivators slowly walked through the archway and entered the market.
