The image Glove Lady projected undoubtedly fulfilled every fantasy Zhang Xiao had of a mysterious, powerful being.
As the saying went, marry a woman three years older and gain a brick of gold; thirty years older, and she would give you an empire; three hundred years older, and you would start with a golden core...
Pah, pah, pah! Zhang Xiao shook his head hard, driving out the nonsense that had inexplicably popped into his mind.
Calm the mind, focus the spirit. Embrace the Origin and Guard the One. I can't let myself get carried away. This is someone who can see that "field," after all.
Just as the sorrow and despair Glove Lady had unconsciously radiated earlier could directly affect everyone, so too could her other emotions.
Now her happiness and excitement were affecting those around her as well. The influence was astonishingly strong, as though it acted directly on the soul.
Zhang Xiao could even feel his Golden Light Spell stirring. He glanced back.
Sure enough, the young witches and wizards had no idea what had happened. They simply felt suddenly happy and cheerful.
Their spirits soared, and even the air seemed sweeter.
Accompanied by the beautiful music from the old-fashioned gramophone, they couldn't help swaying and laughing happily.
"So-how long can this paper figure move around?"
Glove Lady's voice interrupted Zhang Xiao's thoughts. Looking up at her expression, delighted yet a little nervous, he considered the question.
"Barring any accidents, it should last quite a long time. Simply moving around uses very little."
After a moment's thought, Zhang Xiao added, "It's best not to fight, and try not to use magic either."
In the Daoist Order, paper figures like these were consumables. It was perfectly normal for most of them to be destroyed in a single magical battle.