Xu Wendong held a wolf-hair brush, the tip lightly touching the Talisman Paper, and began his drawing.
His expression was focused, movements smooth yet rhythmically intense, as Cinnabar under his brush gradually outlined the mysterious and ancient lines of runes.
At first, the lines appeared somewhat dull and rough.
But as his Soul Force slowly infused, the runes on the Talisman Paper seemed to come alive, beginning to emit a faint light that, though not dazzling, carried a sense of antiquity and depth, drawing the attention of those around.
Ye Qiu, initially full of disdain, couldn't help but be drawn to the scene before her, with an incredible gaze in her eyes.
Although she didn't understand the intricacies of talisman craftsmanship, she could feel that Xu Wendong's actions were far from ordinary.
This unsettled her heart because she initially took Xu Wendong for a dissolute person, never imagining he would have such mysterious means.
