Xia Xin felt the movement of the brush tip and suddenly discovered that drawing talismans was indeed a very novel experience.
Jiangli's hand, seemed to have become his own, as if it had grown on the brush. In that instant of drawing the talisman, Jiangli's hand was the brush, and the brush was her hand, moving with ease— the brush strokes were like a roaming dragon, filled with boundless spiritual energy.
Soon, a complete talisman emerged on the paper.
The whole process took no more than the time it takes to breathe in and out.
The instant the drawing was finished, Xia Xin felt as if something had clicked in his mind, and he suddenly saw things much clearer.
The next moment, he looked at the Talisman Paper.
Although it had not yet been activated, the talisman had already come alive, overflowing with spiritual energy as if long dragons coiled atop it, radiating infinite majesty.
The moment Xia Xin looked at it, the talisman on the paper seemed to be looking back at him.
