"No worries."
Yu Chanzi's voice was still calm, yet it was like the Sea Stabilizing Needle.
He lightly placed the horsetail whisk on his arm and reached his other hand into the wide Daoist robe to take out a palm-sized black wood box.
The surface of the box was smooth, with faintly visible fine cow hair patterns, showing it had withstood countless years.
The mouth of the box was tightly sealed, with only a foot-long Yellow Talisman stuck on it.
The color of the talisman paper was dark, not the bright yellow of new paper, but rather seemed soaked in aged incense ash.
"Marshal, please be at ease."
Yu Chanzi's fingertips brushed the edge of the talisman paper, "This foreign Evil God, though using the Earth Vein and Resentful Evil to cause havoc, seems invincible, but in truth has long strayed from its path, like a rootless duckweed."
