This sleep lasted in pitch-black darkness, and by the time Zhao Yi woke up, it was already noon the next day.
Rising and washing up, Zhao Yi felt refreshed and wonderfully comfortable all over. With such a great state of being, why wait to make talismans? Continue!
Zhao Yi immediately opened a sheet of yellow paper, prepared the cinnabar, meditated for a moment to steady his breathing, and began to wield his brush to draw talismans.
Chapter 73