Shanggu Prefecture City, inside an ordinary residence.
In the main hall, beside an old desk, Duan Qiaofeng held a bluish-purple brush and was carefully drawing complicated talisman patterns on a sheet of yellow paper.
His expression was tense, his eyes bright, as he stared at the yellow paper with utter concentration, as though he had poured all his essence, qi, and spirit into it.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded. Duan Qiaofeng's moving arm paused slightly, and in the next instant, the yellow paper beneath his brush ignited on its own and turned into a heap of ashes.
Duan Qiaofeng's face instantly darkened to the extreme, his cold eyes fixed on the figure walking through the door.
It was a woman wearing a bamboo hat. She was petite, dressed in an ordinary dark-green martial outfit, with a white gauze-veiled bamboo hat on her head. She looked just like a very ordinary martial artist.
"Who allowed you to come in?" Duan Qiaofeng asked coldly.
The woman glanced at the ashes on the desk and showed not the slightest fear of Duan Qiaofeng's anger. Grinning, she said, "Senior Duan, your own talisman-making skills aren't practiced to perfection. You can't blame this little woman for that!"
When Duan Qiaofeng heard this, the fire in his heart blazed even hotter.
Just now, he had almost completed this First-Order High-Grade Spirit Talisman. He had been only the tiniest bit away, yet because of this woman's interruption, all his work had collapsed on the verge of success.
Seeing the fury in Duan Qiaofeng's eyes, the woman hurriedly stopped laughing. "Senior Duan, shouldn't we get down to proper business?"
"The Yin-Baleful Soul-Gathering Formation is more or less complete. Shouldn't we discuss when to make a move?"
She did not dare truly provoke Duan Qiaofeng. If Duan Qiaofeng fell out with