After more than a month of peace and quiet, Lan Xiaobu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
For over a month, he had been delving into the way of talismans.
To be honest, Lan Xiaobu was never really interested in talisman forging.
Compared to that, he was far more fascinated by formation arts.
But because he had participated in the auction, someone had taken a fancy to him.
Lan Xiaobu couldn’t fully focus on his cultivation; he worried that if the other party found this little resting pavilion, he might have no time to escape.
At first, Lan Xiaobu casually studied talisman arts, his mind more on the external movements.
But as his understanding of talisman arts deepened, he completely forgot where he was, totally immersed in it.
With every talisman pattern he comprehended, Lan Xiaobu felt his insight into the Dao grow by another layer.
Over the course of a month, he no longer knew how many talisman patterns he had studied or how many talismans he had forged.
The materials he acquired from the Immortal Realm were being consumed visibly.
Now, Lan Xiaobu’s hands continuously condensed talisman patterns and seals.