When Ouyang Feng sensed someone enter, he didn't even raise his head, his hand moving with divine skill.
Only after outlining the final stroke did he slowly raise his head.
When he saw Feng Moxi, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his expression relaxing.
"Xiao Xi, you're here!"
His entire demeanor had undergone a huge transformation since he was severely injured.
The once sunny and impetuous young man now carried a trace of reservation and steadiness.
But this was a price born of pain, one his family had never wished for him to pay.
Feng Moxi picked up the large stack of completed talismans from the table.
She looked through them one by one. There were explosive talismans, Thunder Shock Talismans, but most were Flame Talismans.
She hadn't expected Ouyang Feng to be able to settle down and forge a new path as a talisman master, and to have already achieved some success.
The drawings were flawless; the only thing missing was the infusion of Spiritual Power.
