Qiao Mu walked over to the youth while holding Crown Prince Mo’s hand.
At this time, the youth had finally finished drawing a mid-rank defensive talisman.
Qiao Mu picked it up and examined it. This child had a good foundation, but his hand was too stiff when drawing. The critical point was his speed. He was too slow. This kind of speed spelled certain defeat in battle.
Qiao Mu looked at him. “What’s your name?”
By now, the youth had already learned that Qiao Mu had just sold storage talismans. He looked at her full of reverence and stuttered, “My-my name is Zou Huan.”
Qiao Mu nodded. She said directly, “You have a good foundation in talisman techniques. You should be able to become a true yellow-level talisman practitioner with proper training. Are you willing…”
“Mhm, mhm, mhm! I am, I am, I am willing!”
Qiao Mu was speechless.
She hadn’t finished talking, yet the youth had already agreed eagerly to her request.
How should she deal with this?
Mo Lian cast that child a glance and harrumphed: Lad, practice restraint.
Zou Huan: Could restraint feed him? He had such a great opportunity in front of him right now, and he even had the chance to learn from a true yellow-level grand talisman practitioner in the future. Why shouldn’t he agree?
“M-Master!” Zou Huan stammered, “A-Are you a yellow-level g-grand talisman practitioner?”
When Qiao Mu shook her head, the sound of ridiculing laughter came from the second-floor railing. “Hahaha, she’s the fraud. She’s just casually selling her own master’s talismans. How could she be a yellow-level talisman practitioner at her age? At most, she’s just an intermediate-level talisman practitioner like you.”
Zou Huan was startled. Was it like that?
Qiao Mu expressionlessly looked up to the second-floor railing at Jiang Hong, whose face had contorted. She spoke evenly, “I indeed am not a yellow-level talisman practitioner.”
Jiang Hong smirked.
“I am a black-level talisman practitioner.”
Jiang Hong’s smile froze.
She practically screeched on reflex, “Impossible.”
“How is it impossible?” Qiao Mu looked at her indifferently. “You’re not me. How do you know that I haven’t fulfilled the requirements of a black-level talisman practitioner?”
In contrast, Zou Huan’s heart started beating wildly. He shouted, “Master, you are a black-level talisman practitioner?!”
In other words, the yellow-rank talismans this master took out to sell were just things that she no longer wanted.
She could already produce black-rank storage talismans now, alright?
To her, that yellow-rank talisman was simply useless!
Jiang Hong’s face alternated between red, green, and white. She felt like her heart was spasming from overload.
She, she had trained for 44 years, but had only just barely reached the proficient class as an advanced-level talisman practitioner.
Only by using a curse that increased her talisman energy could she barely produce several yellow-rank talismans, yet this little lady in front of her was brazenly proclaiming that she was a black-level talisman practitioner?
Ha, hahahaha!
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Wasn’t that the biggest joke in the world?
She was already talking so big at such a young age. Jiang Hong sneered.
“Will you die if you don’t talk big?” Jiang Hong snickered, “Do you have proof that you are a black-level grand talisman practitioner? Unless you can draw a black-rank talisman right now, don’t be so full of hot air!”
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