"Hmph! You demon, you've got some skills! Come again!"
The old Daoist reached into his bag, grabbed more Yellow Talismans, and flung them out.
I calmly flicked my hand, shooting out five or six Jade Talismans.
At this, the old Daoist was once again dumbfounded.
"Heavens! More Jade Talismans, such extravagance, such waste!" The old Daoist felt more and more distressed.
"Again! Again!"
The old Daoist kept taking out Yellow Talismans, throwing them forward.
Yet, I calmly took out five or six Jade Talismans each time, tossing them as if they were free of charge.
The old Daoist's eyes widened more and more, his heart increasingly shocked.
He was nearly losing it.
These are Jade Talismans, not his cheap Yellow Talismans, nor cabbages from the field that you can have as many as you want. The two Jade Talismans Douglas had given him last time were still cherished in his possession!
But this guy tossed them as if they were worthless, making even the old Daoist feel some heartache.
