Everyone had their specialty, and Yang Yong never agonized over things he was bad at. He immediately tipped his head back and shouted, "Mang Dabiao!"
Before his voice had faded, a serpentine shadow slid before him in an exceptionally graceful maneuver. The snake raised his head upright and spoke with utmost respect:
"Boss! What are your orders?"
Yang Yong held his phone out to him. "Take a look at this talisman. Can you draw it?"
Mang Dabiao curled his tail around the phone, narrowed his serpentine eyes slightly, and studied it carefully for a moment. Then, meeting Yang Yong's expectant gaze, he nodded. "I can."
Delight stirred in Yang Yong's heart. "Nice work, Dabiao!"
But then Mang Dabiao leisurely added, "Boss, you don't need to painstakingly draw this talisman. Just modify it a little, combine it with Curio Materials, and forge it into the clothes. The effect will be exactly the same."
The corner of Yang Yong's mouth twitched, and he looked utterly speechless. "If I could understand this chicken scratch, would I need to come to you? Never mind modifying it."
Fortunately, Mang Dabiao was exceptionally perceptive. Before Yang Yong could complain, he tapped the screen lightly with his tail and had already begun copying the formation's lines.
In mere moments, the complete formation information passed through the contract mark directly into Yang Yong's mind.
Yang Yong made an immediate decision and called out, "Everyone, bring over a piece of clothing! Hurry!"
"Clothes? Is Brother Yong going to make equipment for us?"
"Seriously? Then I'd better take off something clean!"
Though everyone was unsure what he meant, they had long since become thoroughly convinced of Yang Yong's abilities. At his words, they each took off a top.
Yang Yong took them and casually tossed them into the Ten-Thousand-Forging Primordial