Hearing it was such a situation, Wei Zhiming was clearly very happy.
"That's great, Chu Yi, really great."
As Wei Zhiming spoke, he kept rummaging through his bag, seemingly searching for something.
After a rustling sound, Wei Zhiming pulled out a brocade pouch about the size of a palm and shoved it into Chu Yi's hands.
Chu Yi furrowed his brows, looking at Wei Zhiming curiously, wondering what he was up to.
"What's this?"
Wei Zhiming didn't speak but gestured for him to open the brocade pouch and see for himself.
The pouch felt light, as if there was nothing inside.
Filled with curiosity, Chu Yi opened the brocade pouch to find a blue Spirit Talisman before him.
On the talisman were various runes that Chu Yi couldn't name at all.
The only recognizable feature was the two bold characters in the middle of the talisman: Heavenly Spirit.
However, upon seeing these two characters, three familiar terms immediately sprang to Chu Yi's mind.
"Heavenly Spirit Spell?"