Tongling City, Tongyuan Street, Jade Talisman Pavilion.
In the main hall, Han Muye stood face to face with the grey-robed elder.
Outside the hall, a light curtain isolated them.
"Brother Zhu, can Fellow Daoist Han succeed?" Daoist Pingju, who had already lost one match, asked with a solemn expression, looking at the figures on the light screen.
He had personally refined talismans and duelled with the opponent, understanding how strong the other was.
It was an overwhelming superiority in the Way of the Talisman, not just an ordinary exchange of experiences or skills.
He could feel that the opponent's talisman inheritance was of a higher level than his, even much higher.
"Fellow Daoist Han recognized that this person's talisman inheritance comes from the Mystic Spirit Realm," Zhu Wutai nodded, staring intently at the light screen, "since Fellow Daoist Han stopped me, he must be confident."