"Y-y-y-you... how did you draw that on there?"
And-and she had completed the talisman in a single stroke, the kind that shone with golden light.
Xia Wanwan raised her little brush. "I just drew it, and there it was. Why, can't you do it?"
Her face was all innocence, her big eyes blinking away.
Daoist Qianyun felt himself teetering on the edge of a breakdown. He crouched and pointed at the talisman markings on the paper boat beneath his feet.
"Do you know what these markings are? Our Azure Cloud Temple's Grandmaster created and left them behind himself. You drew them without ever practicing a copy?"
For this one talisman alone, his master, his senior fellow disciples, and even his martial uncles had all needed months of copying before they could draw it successfully.
This little toddler had only taken one look!
One look!
And she had drawn it successfully!
Daoist Qianyun appeared calm, but inwardly, he had already been losing his mind for quite a while.
"But that's all right. You're a descendant of the Patriarch of the Mystic Sect, so it's only natural that you have some ability. You're not even three yet. Even if you can draw these markings, you don't know how to use them. How about I teach you the incantation, and you call me Master?"
He gleefully worked out his little scheme.
Who wanted to take those Five Elements Spirit Pearl boys back anyway?
He wanted this soft, sweet little toddler right before him. Hehe, those plump, round cheeks looked so lovely to pinch.
He reached out to pinch Xia Wanwan's cheek.
Xia Wanwan tilted her head at him, tossed out the Brass Boat in her hand, and recited an incantation.
The boat grew larger in midair. She stepped straight onto it and bounced