"Talismans are forbidden in this trial!" Wu Tianjian said.
Jun Zha turned to face him with that same mild expression, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve.
"Ah, that's where you're mistaken, Fellow Daoist," he said in a voice that somehow managed to sound both calm and smug.
"It's not that all talismans are forbidden. Only the ones crafted by others. Those made by your own hands are part of your personal strength. This space has rules, we just need to follow them."
He tilted his head, the faintest hint of mockery in his gaze.
"And, I simply am always prepared."
Wu Tianjian's jaw clenched. The realization was both enlightening and infuriating.
'So that's how he's been staying calm… he's using talismans he made himself.'
It wasn't against the rules — but knowing that didn't make it any less irritating.
And judging by the smirk tugging at Jun Zha's lips, the man knew exactly how much it was getting under his skin.
