Xia Xin heard the words, but felt somewhat embarrassed, "Should, should I draw the talisman?"
"What, can't do it?" Jiangli lifted her eyelids and sized him up, "Don't tell me you can't even draw a talisman."
Xia Xin forced a dry laugh.
Jiangli: "......... Didn't that old Taoist teach you anything?"
"He did teach me, but my talent isn't up to it..." Xia Xin touched his nose.
Jiangli: ...
Figures.
With a moment of silence, she said, "Then you must learn. Go check on the situation, then bring a pen back here."
Xia Xin dared not disobey and scuttled out with his tail between his legs.
It wasn't long before Xia Xin came back with a brand new set of furry brushes, nervously sitting down beside Jiangli, and called out in a low voice, "Ancestor, I'm back..."
"Then draw the talisman."
Jiangli passed over a stack of blank yellow ritual paper and placed it in front of Xia Xin.