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Therefore, Xie Beihan had to start forming hand seals again.

This time he did it a little faster, and it didn't look as awkward as before.

Everyone held their breath nervously, afraid that any slight noise would disturb Xie Beihan and cause him to start over again.

This time, Xie Beihan didn't admit to making a mistake.

But when he pointed his fingers at the talisman, there was no response.

Emperor Muwu, patience wearing thin, asked, "Did you make another mistake?"

Scratching his head, Xie Beihan unexpectedly took out a book from his arms. "Your Majesty, please wait a moment. Let me take a quick look first and review."

Ye Chengyan's mouth twitched violently.

In the time wasted, hadn't the imperial physician already finished scraping the rotten flesh?

He couldn't help but speak up, "Cousin, after learning from Aunt, you've spent so much time on this. Now, even using a talisman is so difficult for you. You really should reflect on yourself."