Just when Xia Xin thought he would definitely be able to smoothly draw a Suppressing Evil Talisman this time, he quickly discovered that the tip of his brush began to stiffen, and his movements also became slow.
Before long, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and the light brush in his hand suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it difficult to move.
"That's enough for today," Jiangli suddenly raised her hand and pulled the brush from his hand.
Xia Xin immediately let out a long sigh of relief, feeling considerably lighter. He had become so tired that he was a bit dizzy and bleary-eyed. He looked towards Jiangli somewhat dazedly, "Elder, Ancestor, what's happening to me…."
"Your spiritual energy is too weak, that's all," Jiangli said as she stood up. "Focus on practicing the basics first."
With that, she sat back down in her seat and began drawing talismans.
Xia Xin was stunned for a moment. So, it was a lack of spiritual energy...
