Qin Qingluo took the talisman, her fingertips touching the cool paper, feeling the gentle spiritual energy contained within, her expression softened slightly, and she nodded slightly.
With Chen Yi around, there's no need to worry about this woman playing tricks.
Chen Yi also casually took it, his gaze sweeping over the talisman, then glanced at Yin Weiyin, saying nothing.
The moment the talisman was worn, its effect was immediate.
It was as if an invisible barrier formed around them, causing the previously bustling crowd to naturally and unknowingly steer clear, always maintaining the perfect distance, neither hindering their progress nor breaking the rare tranquility they had acquired.
Qin Yue rubbed her sleepy eyes, curiously observing the bustling crowd, towering trees, and the solemn Daoist temple buildings around her, her little face full of wonder.
Chen Yi raised his head, his gaze crossing over the crowd, looking towards the top of the Daoist temple's main entrance.
