Huangfu Wuxia was a complete mess, to the point that she did not even know how she had managed to send off the two Yin Sha Sect members.
After they left, she sat alone in silence for over an hour before pulling herself together and going to handle the Tiantong Merchant Alliance's affairs.
That evening, she arrived at Feng Jun's Blessing Courtyard and asked to see Fellow Daoist Feng.
Yu Changqing's Spirit-Gathering Formation happened to be active that day, and quite a few people were taking advantage of it. Lang Damei received her.
Feng Jun was not particularly busy. He was inside drawing talismans—Thunderclap Talismans, to be precise.
His current success rate at drawing Thunderclap Talismans was around five percent. In other words, he succeeded once out of every twenty attempts. So far, he had drawn five successful ones, meaning ninety-five had been wasted.
That cost was even higher than simply buying Thunderclap Talismans outright, but he felt that he had yet to grasp their true essence, so he kept trying to comprehend them. Cultivation was not just about cultivating; most of the time, it was incredibly tedious.
When he heard that President Huangfu had arrived, he did not allow himself to be distracted. Instead, he calmly finished the Thunderclap Talisman in his hand.
Sure enough, it failed again.
He studied it carefully for quite some time, reviewing his gains and losses. Only after nodding thoughtfully did he rise and walk outside.
Since his mind was still occupied with how to improve the talisman, his gaze was somewhat unfocused.
But in the next instant, he suddenly snapped awake and shot President Huangfu a displeased look. "Isn't that a bit much?"
Without a word, Huangfu Wuxia had used her Appraisal Eye on him again. Though Feng Jun had been thinking about