The crowd chimed in, everyone knowing well that they wanted to save some face for Ma Weidong and Qiu Shan.
"Thank you, uncles and seniors."
Jiang Feng retrieved the talisman paper.
He approached the table for inscribing talismans.
Staring at the wolf hair brush soaked in blood ink, Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment.
He couldn't help but glance at Huang Li.
That girl had already set her sights on him, but judging by her current attitude, she likely hadn't realized yet that they were mortal enemies. Once she awakened her memory and realized he had nearly killed her before, he wondered whether his identity as a First-Grade Talisman Master could protect him.
"You wouldn't be unable to inscribe the talisman, would you?"
Seeing Jiang Feng not making a move, Ma Weidong exclaimed excitedly.
