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"Suu."
A scrap of paper, caught by the wind, flew off, not knowing how far.
Slowly falling down.
Landing on the shoulders of the Daoist-robed woman.
Tang Fengshu slightly furrowed her brows and reached out to brush it away.
"Pavilion Master, a few days ago, Incense Fire House accepted several disciples who have been practicing the art of 'Drawing Talismans' in front of the array in the back mountain."
The Yuqing Pavilion female disciple responsible for leading the way noticed this scene and explained respectfully, "Because the talent for drawing talismans is limited, the talismans produced are not quite satisfactory... so..."
"To draw one talisman, after all, takes some time."
Upon hearing this, Tang Fengshu said lightly, "If it's not good, just redraw it. Tearing it up like this, isn't it a waste... I've heard that Daoist Zhu is usually in a good mood. Since he decided to take in these disciples, why bother getting so angry?"
