Just as the talisman was about to take shape, a faint noise rang out. The glowing charm shattered into pieces and vanished into thin air.
A grave expression immediately settled over Old Dao’s face.
The Qi Cultivators queuing behind Lin Ce widened their eyes in astonishment. It was clear to them that Old Dao had failed to forge the spirit talisman. Some of his regular patrons had never seen him fail before—this was a first. It couldn't help but make people think that a two-million-spirit-stone talisman was likely not so easy to craft, and that the cost for Old Dao himself must be immense.
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