Zhao Lin stared at the talisman in Senior Brother Sun's hand, marveling that such a small piece of "paper" could traverse two worlds. This method of communication was simply unthinkable.
'No wonder the Cultivation Realm is full of so many talented and extraordinary individuals, yet they never developed what you'd call modern high-tech. The biggest reason probably isn't that they couldn't, but that they didn't need to!'
Senior Brother Sun said nothing more. He gently placed the talisman in the air before him, where it seemed to be held in place by an invisible force, trembling slightly up and down without falling.
"Escape Light!"
Senior Brother Sun cried out. His Daoist robes billowed without a breeze as a cyan light shot from his palm, striking the talisman forcefully.
With a brilliant flash, the talisman lit up. As if possessing a powerful suction, it drew every last wisp of the cyan light from Senior Brother Sun's palm.
