She suddenly remembered that when she was trapped under the ghost city in the desert of death, her primordial spirit had left her body.
Later, she tried to use her spiritual sense to attack, and that was how she got out of the predicament.
Could it be that she had unintentionally used her spiritual sense to attack?
If she could skillfully use her spiritual sense to attack, could it be that not only could she attack, but she could also write?
The More Yun Chujiu thought about it, the more excited she became. She immediately summoned the Gouwei Bacao and said to it, “Prepare a brush, ink, paper, and Inkstone for me. I want to try using my primordial spirit to write.”
Gouwei Bacao did not know what had just happened, but when it saw the palm print on di Beiming’s face, it could not help but laugh out loud.
This fellow also finished laughing. It also knew that it was going to suffer!