"Let's head to the military camp first,"
Chen Sansi wasn't in a hurry to deploy.
"Yes!"
...
West Qi Kingdom military camp.
Central Army Tent.
On the writing desk.
Han Xiang held a brush in his hand, tracing intricate patterns on an orange-yellow piece of paper.
The brush was made from spiritual beast hair; even the handle was crafted from refined spirit wood. The paper beneath was a rare blend of materials mixed with animal hide. Combining the two, one could draw the legendary talismans.
"Hmm—"
With a flash of spirit light,
it signified the successful completion of the Clone Talisman.
"Come in,"
Han Xiang put down the talisman pen and spoke indifferently.
"Immortal Master!"
