Underneath the umbrella, Yang Qing suddenly stood up. The White Tiger Grand Sage, who was next to him, stood up too, his eyes ablaze. Together, they looked at Lin Daohan.
They all looked at the mysterious talisman above Lin Daohan's head.
The talisman was exceptionally clear and one could clearly see it. There was no secret to be hidden in it and it was as if anyone could understand and observe it.
However, it gave off a dark, difficult aura. Invisible, mysterious, nameless and indescribable. Everyone felt as if their heads were clouded by it.
The two auras opposed each other diametrically. Yet, they slowly started to merge together. While the division between the two was clear and that they were opposites, they continued to merge together and complement each other.
The combination of the two auras formed the talisman. While it was easy to understand with a single glance, it also appeared extremely mysterious and unreadable
