The two other disciples tasked with crafting talismans were drenched in sweat, their expressions intensely focused, as if every stroke of the brush required immense effort. Yet, they were only crafting basic items like Strength Talismans. The one assigned to alchemy was even more exhausted, his complexion deathly pale as he frantically managed the heat beneath his furnace.
Suddenly, a wisp of white smoke rose from the furnace, followed by a pungent, foul odor. The disciple let out a soft sigh, picked up his furnace, and walked away.
"Fang Chen seems quite skilled in the art of talisman crafting," Fang Jue remarked, having kept a close watch on him and noticing that Fang Chen appeared much more relaxed than the other two.
Chapter 135