On the talisman lay the silhouette of a small, black paper figure, now torn in two. The man frowned at the sight.
He then pulled another paper silhouette from his robes and placed it on the talisman.
Without any support, the silhouette stood upright on the talisman, but a breath later, it broke in half and collapsed again. This time, it even burst into flames. The fire spread quickly, burning the talisman on the table to ashes.
At that moment, another figure walked into the room. This man's face bore a resemblance to He Youling's. He saw the burning talisman on the table and, not knowing what had happened, asked anxiously, "Master Zutuo, what is this?"
The monk he called Master Zutuo frowned and said softly, "It seems the old man has found someone with real abilities."
