For a moment, Chang Hao held his breath and watched.
I too focused my attention, with a stern expression, on the situation with the fire talisman.
I have to admit, the little guy's skill in forming hand seals is better than mine.
Mount Tai, Purple Micro, Great Fighter, Medicinal Fork…
Different hand seals overlapped and appeared in succession.
As if done in one fell swoop, calm and composed.
The yellow paper talisman ignited in mid-air without fire, and the small flame leapt toward the waterfall.
The little guy maintained the final hand seal with a small golden glow, trying to make the flame grow larger.
The flame grew slightly larger, then suddenly went out.
The fire talisman also immediately became ineffective, falling beneath the torrential waterfall.
Just as the little guy lowered his head, looking dejected.
