Chapter 857: Prophecy, Yixuan Doesn't Want to Go With Them_1

"No more drinking. I have important matters to attend to at the Crimson Dawn Sect."

Patriarch Xiayao flicked his sleeve and vanished on the spot.

"Hehe, this old fellow left in quite a hurry..."

Ancestor Kunlun's eyes flashed, revealing a playful smile.

He couldn't miss out on the fun that Elder Xiayao was about to have.

It's been a long time since he left his seclusion, so it's time for him to stretch his legs and find some amusement in the mortal realm.

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"Talismans are generally made from the skin and fresh blood of a monster, using Spiritual Power and incantations to seal spells within."

On the bustling trading square, a group of young boys exchanged their Storage Bags, entranced by the wide variety of talismans available.

Seeing someone trading monster skins, Lin Qingluo immediately took the opportunity to explain to the others.