"Do you have to use your own blood to draw the symbol?"
Ning Youwei asked beside him, her heart aching. As soon as Lu Ping no longer needed blood, she immediately put a band-aid on him.
This small wound would heal soon after the band-aid was applied.
Lu Ping looked at her helplessly and did not refuse her kindness.
He nodded his head, "I have the Pure Yang constitution, my blood is extremely yang and firm, capable of warding off evil and ensuring your safety."
He drew the symbols briskly and skillfully, fashioned several amulets, folded them into triangles, and stuffed them into a small cloth bag.
If the power was not enough, quantity would compensate.
With these amulets, even if Ning Youwei encountered an accident, they would hold on until he could reach her side.
After handing the bag to Ning Youwei, Lu Ping suddenly remembered something.