So everyone was not disappointed, though it was a pity when Ma Weidong failed to carve the Text Seal for the first time.
"Yes!"
Ma Weidong nodded.
He closed his eyes to calm himself down.
He put the Wolf Hair Brush back into the Blood Ink.
After a moment, he abruptly opened his eyes, a bright gleam flashed across them, he swiftly picked up the Wolf Hair Brush, flung off the Blood Ink, and the brush tip landed on the Talisman.
He tried once more to carve the Text Seal onto the Talisman Paper.
This time he was much slower, but the movement of the brush tip was very smooth, with a sense of completion in one go.
"Rise!"
He roared.
The Wolf Hair Brush and the Talisman Paper separated.
Then he stared wide-eyed at the Talisman in front of him.
Breathing in and out.
Thump thump thump!
The crowd seemed to hear Ma Weidong's heartbeat.
The talisman on the table slowly rose, forming an arch once again.
