Half a month later, at Wey's Spirit Talisman Shop.
Ji An sat leisurely in a chair enjoying fragrant tea, the aroma mixing with the mist dispersed in the room.
When he slowly finished the cup of tea, Wey Xianglin finally finished counting the talismans in his hand.
"Senior's talisman making technique has become more exquisite, the transitions between the runes are smooth, and the spiritual power transmission is extremely fluid."
Ji An chuckled and said:
"Enough with the flattery, let's settle the account."
He and the other party were old acquaintances, so he spoke quite casually.
These days, unable to go out, he had ample time to make talisman ink and draw talismans, consuming all the high-grade materials obtained from Yuan Hong.
Thanks to his increasingly powerful spirit soul power, the making of talismans wasn't particularly taxing.
Wey Xianglin chuckled a few times, not the least bit embarrassed, even though his words had a hint of flattery, he was speaking the truth.
