Zhao Yuan put down the Wolf Hair Brush and pointed to a stack of drawn Talismans on the desk. "All the Talismans I drew are right here. If you don't believe me, you can come over and inspect them."
Cheng Haoyu immediately rushed over, carefully picking up the Talismans Zhao Yuan had drawn and inspecting them one by one.
The moment he held the Talismans, he knew they were the real deal, not forgeries.
Every single Talisman emanated an exceptionally pure and surging Qi, fully meeting the standard of a Spirit Talisman.
But Cheng Haoyu still noticed that these Talismans Zhao Yuan had drawn were slightly different in some details compared to the ones hanging outside.
'Are these differences because his skill was lacking and he couldn't draw the Talisman properly? But if a Talisman isn't drawn well, shouldn't it be an immediate failure? Why did it still succeed?'
These questions made Cheng Haoyu's head spin.
