Jade Talisman Pavilion's third floor.
A long table was set up in the grand hall.
Han Muye, dressed in a green robe, walked up calmly and placed his hand on the jade and carving knife on the table.
"Buzz—"
In the central position of the grand hall of Jade Talisman Pavilion, a phantom that had disappeared reappeared.
Each time it scattered, cultivators turned their heads to look at that phantom.
"Not Talisman Master Xiong Ceng?"
"It seems another talisman master was invited, but I wonder how skilled their talisman refining is."
"I haven't seen them before; perhaps it's a new talisman master from Jade Talisman Pavilion?"
Under the gaze of curious eyes, Han Muye picked up the jade and carving knife in front of him.
In his palm, the source power intermingled with his soul power, seemingly illuminating the cyan jade thoroughly.
"Starting directly?"
"He seems very confident—is he truly a master?"
As Han Muye made his move, murmurs echoed through Jade Talisman Pavilion.