In the early morning, a faint glimmer of dawn pierced the hazy curtain of night, quietly lighting the deepest darkness before daybreak.
Yesterday there had still been an unbroken drizzle; by this morning, the rain had passed and the sky had cleared. From dawn onward, sunlight shone bright, its clear rays driving away the gloom in the corners of the market district, forcing every trace of filth and dampness from the air until none remained.
Su Fan sat cross-legged on the floor mat in the rear hall of the shop. Before him was a neat stack of talisman paper he had already drawn on.
Though he had deliberately held back, doing his best to make the talismans look a little rougher, even so, the talismans that came from his brush were far beyond what any ordinary low-level talisman master could hope to match.
In just a few months, his Talismans Hall had become famous far and wide. Even rogue cultivators from ten thousand li away followed the rumors and rushed over one after another.
Now, the talismans in his shop were practically snatched clean the moment they were placed on the shelves.
This situation also dealt a tremendous blow to the business of the other talisman shops in the Gem Market.
Su Fan knew full well that letting things continue like this was no wise plan.
He had come here to hide himself away from the world. The meager profits from the shop were not worth mentioning in his eyes.
With no other choice, Su Fan could only choose to raise his prices.
Any random low-level talisman cost nearly thirty percent more than those in the other shops.
But this move still failed to help. The talismans from Talismans Hall remained in short supply.
That bunch of rogue cultivators might