Xu Yi was delighted. He drew the booklet over and tucked it into his Sumeru Ring, then smiled. "Brother Xuanji, since you've offered such a precious treasure, I'll do everything I can to fulfill your request. Here's a Sound Transmission Pearl. We can keep in touch. When I'm about to leave, I'll send word. Can you trust me?" As he spoke, he tossed him a Sound Transmission Pearl.
Huang Xuanji caught it and carefully stowed it away. "Sir, you've always acted with integrity and have the strength to cow the world, yet you still refuse to bully anyone. Your reputation for keeping your promises has long since spread far and wide. Even if I didn't trust myself, I would never dare doubt you."
With that, Huang Xuanji bowed deeply and took his leave. Xu Yi's sanctuary returned to its quiet.
In the days that followed, Xu Yi devoted himself to studying the Raging Wind Talisman. From time to time, he glanced through the materials Huang Xuanji had given him on True Dragon Imperial Qi, but most of his effort went into the talisman.
The more he studied the Raging Wind Talisman, the more he regretted killing Dao Yan in a fit of ruthlessness. It had been a colossal miscalculation.
That dead bastard Dao Yan had been a talisman genius the likes of whom appeared only once in a thousand years. In such a barren Cultivation World, he had managed to research Talisman Art to this extent all on his own. It was truly admirable—and fearsome.
Thanks to Dao Yan's painstaking analysis, the Raging Wind Talisman posed no difficulty at all for Xu Yi to understand. After all, he had long since mastered the drawing and crafting of the Swift Wind Talisman and Swift Body Talisman. Though the Raging Wind Talisman