"After spending two months, I finally managed to transform this segment of Third-rank Spirit Wood into two hundred and twenty sheets of Third-rank Talisman Paper."
Xu Ping gazed at the neatly arranged stacks of talisman paper on the stone table, their surfaces gleaming with mysterious purple light, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
With the Third-rank Talisman Paper successfully crafted, he could now attempt to draw Third-rank Mid-grade Talismans.
Ever since the incident involving the Cyan Profound Divine Thunder Talisman was exposed, Xu Ping had been feeling quite uneasy.
Especially now, when his reputation was soaring and spreading throughout the Wanzhe Waters, this inexplicable sense of unease grew increasingly intense.
After all, in the current situation, having too much fame was not a good thing.
