He was mid-sentence when he suddenly got stuck.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at the ruined talisman.
The smooth lines, the intricate patterns.
The entire talisman was filled with spirit.
It had a marvelous charm to it.
Although it was just a discarded talisman, one could still see the deep foundation of its craftsmanship, as if it were created by some master's hands.
Compared to what he had seen last autumn, the difference was like that between the clouds and the mud.
He couldn't help but look at the other discarded talismans on the table.
The same style.
The same spirit.
The same charm.
Many were still emitting wisps of blue smoke, clearly freshly drawn.
For a moment, his mind started to drift.
What am I doing?
Why did I rush here so early in the morning?
Wait, I can't lose face.
He hastily bit the tip of his tongue, and a sharp pain jolted his spirit.
He scrutinized the discarded talisman, inch by inch, trying to find a single flaw.
Even a thread.
