The talismans flying out from under her skirt absorbed the alcohol vapor before they could resist, growing limp, weary, and intoxicated, falling to the floor, curling up and trembling.
"This..."
With a look of intoxication on her face, she collapsed onto a luxurious chair at the Golden Emperor Hotel, her divine sense dispersed, her mind shrouded, as she completely succumbed, unaware of anything!
...
In the Dream Immortal Realm, the night was deep.
A flicker of candlelight spread within the dilapidated palace, illuminating the bronze candlestick, nearby pillars, floor, and revealed the densely packed runes written all over them.
Under this light, Yang Zhan practiced writing runes.
Beside him, an Ancient Immortal in a crimson robe, appearing as a middle-aged man with red gloves, was instructing him in his practice.
"...This stroke is too light.
"You must practice diligently!
"Otherwise, your mother and I cannot explain it."
