Strum strum strum...
A mountain wind passed through the hall, rustling the red paper fiercely.
In Luo Chen's grand hall, where talismans were being drawn, a symbol was pasted upon each wooden frame.
Presently swaying with the wind, the terrifying power contained within them made Qu Jiu restless.
He couldn't help but glance at those talismans; over a hundred in total, all meticulously drawn by Master Luo Chen over the past few days.
Most of them were Fierce Sun Talismans!
With such swaying, it seemed as if the blazing sun would fall; should they all explode at once, even a Golden Core Cultivator would likely be blown to pieces!
"Little Jiu, your mind is not at peace."
A gentle voice came from beside his ear. Qu Jiu looked, finding Luo Chen still focused on creating talismans without glancing at him.
He pursed his lips, showing a difficult smile.
"It's my mental cultivation that's lacking."
