Gu Chengshu rubbed her wrists, which were aching and sore, and looked at the near top-grade Fu Wen ink in front of her. Then she glanced at the wastebasket, which contained failed talismans that hadn't even sparked a single flame, and fell into deep thought.
The lines on the failed talismans looked smooth on the surface, but upon closer inspection, tiny particles were faintly visible within the strokes. This meant that the ink she had mixed earlier, although it had managed to stimulate Spiritual Energy, could barely be considered lower-grade.
And now, this near top-grade Fu Wen ink...
Chapter 97