Su Huan didn't care about these superficial things, he restrained his presence and silently walked to the back of the crowd.
Chen Ziliang pinched the tip of the pen with his fingertips, then dipped it into the glass bottle in Wan Xing's hand. The dark red liquid swirled, releasing a sweet and fishy scent, making Su Huan smack his lips. It seemed to be concocted using the blood of a Tier Three Evolution Beast as the main ingredient; the energy just on the pen tip was comparable to that of a Tier One Evolution Beast.
As Chen Ziliang started drawing new patterns, Su Huan "saw" it very clearly this time. The energy first emerged from Chen Ziliang's body, reached the tip of the pen, and was "forced" onto the turtle shell. As the brushstrokes extended, the energy on the brush and the existing patterns formed a connection, allowing the energy to start flowing.
