Immortal Peach Mountain, Li Ping's cave abode.
Inside the talisman-making room, Li Ping was engrossed in drawing a second-tier lower-grade Spirit Talisman.
Behind him, Bai Lin watched his brushwork with utmost care. She barely dared to breathe, afraid of disturbing his work.
Bai Lin watched.
Li Ping held a Talisman Brush in one hand and pressed down on the talisman paper with the other. The soft tip, soaked in talisman ink, traveled across the smooth paper, leaving behind an incredibly intricate, mysterious circuit.
Just one glance at that elaborate spiritual power circuit made her dizzy.
Senior looks so focused when he's working. Bai Lin's gaze drifted to Li Ping's profile.
To Bai Lin, although Senior was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he did not put himself on a lofty pedestal like other high-level cultivators. He treated her kindly and was a very good person.
His only shortcoming was his somewhat ordinary appearance, but that was hardly a serious flaw. Besides, looks aside, Senior was very young, unlike the ancestor, who was so old he could barely walk.
And Senior had such an air about him, not to mention all his talents.
Although she called him Senior, she did not really think of him as that old. To her, he was like the boy next door, an older brother, so she should not call him Senior. She should call him...
At that thought, a blush quietly crept over Bai Lin's earlobes, and her heart filled with embarrassment. What are you thinking, Bai Lin?
Just then, Li Ping finished drawing a second-tier lower-grade Spirit Talisman.
His gentle voice reached her ears, interrupting her wandering thoughts. "Tidy up the talisman-making room later and put the Spirit Talismans away. When the Meng Family cultivator comes tomorrow, handle the transaction with her as usual."
"Yes, Big