"!"
As if a tremendous thunderclap had exploded beside his ear, Wei Chenglin's ears buzzed, leaving him momentarily deaf.
His blood seemed to flow backward in an instant, his face flushing a deep red.
He stood frozen, forgetting how to react, as he watched Si Fuqing bend down to pick up his fallen talisman, methodically crushing it into pieces.
"A talisman shouldn't be used like this," Si Fuqing said with a snap of her fingers and a slight smile. "It should be done this way."
"Slash!"
With a swift motion, a ghostly flame surged up in the quiet grove, brushing past Wei Chenglin's hair.
He collapsed to the ground with a thud, the smell of charring wafting to his nose, and a stinging sensation spread across his skin.
But this was nothing compared to the shock and disbelief raging in Wei Chenglin's heart.