Hua Jue had explained to Wu Ling that his emotional state when he created his art and the emotions he imbued into that art were far more important than the quality of the art itself if he wanted to use his art as a weapon.
It was an easy concept to explain but as his wounds burned in pain and he struggled to draw a deep breath that put pressure on his cracked ribs, conjuring the feeling of absolute safety and security he needed for his next talisman was a steep challenge.
Wu Ling had known few moments of absolute safety or security during his turbulent youth. Objectively, the years before his father died at the hands of the Sanguine Saber Sect were his safest and most secure. Unfortunately, memories of his father were too tangled with the resentment that built over years of suffering the consequences of his father's indiscretions to use them as an anchoring memory for this particular talisman.
